The great secret of morals is Love; or a going out of our own nature, and an identification of ourselves with the beautiful which exists in thought, action, or person, not our own.
The splendors of the firmament of time May be eclipsed, but are extinguished not; Like stars to their appointed height they climb And death is a low mist which cannot blot The brightness it may veil.
Reviewers, with some rare exceptions, are a most stupid and malignant race. As a bankrupt thief turns thief-taker in despair, so an unsuccessful author turns critic.
A pard-like spirit, beautiful and swift.
Truth has always been found to promote the best interests of mankind.
Thou Paradise of exiles, Italy!
Underneath Day’s azure eyes, Ocean’s nursling, Venice lies, A peopled labyrinth of walls, Amphitrite’s destined halls.
What do you think? Young women of rank eat – you will never guess what – garlick!
I have been a wanderer among distant fields. I have sailed down mighty rivers.
Those who inflict must suffer, for they see The work of their own hearts, and this must be Our chastisement or recompense.
Poets are the hierophants of an unapprehended inspiration; the mirrors of the gigantic shadows which futurity casts upon the present.
Kings are like stars,-they rise and set, they have The worship of the world, but no repose.
Every fanatic or enemy of virtue is not at liberty to misrepresent the greatest geniuses and most heroic defenders of all that is valuable in this mortal world.
No one has yet been found resolute enough in dogmatizing to deny that Nature made man equal; that society has destroyed this equality is a truth not more incontrovertible.
Power, like a desolating pestilence, Pollutes whate’er it touches; and obedience, Bane of all genius, virtue, freedom, truth, Makes slaves of men, and of the human frame A mechanized automaton.
He hath awakened from the dream of life.
Just a tender sense of my own process, that holds something of my connection with the divine.
I love tranquil solitude.
The moon of Mahomet Arose, and it shall set; While, blazoned as on heaven’s immortal noon, The cross leads generations on.
The cloud shadows of midnight possess their own repose...