I Pant, I Sink, I Tremble, I

Hell Is A City Much Like London A Populous And Smoky City

Concerning God, Freewill And Destiny: Of All That Earth Has Been Or Yet May Be, All That Vain Men Imagine Or Believe, Or Hope Can Paint Or Suffering May Achieve, We Descanted.

O World! O Life! O Time! On Whose Last Steps I Climb

The Howl Of Self-interest Is Loud ... But The Heart Is Black Which Throbs Solely To Its Note.

If A Person's Religious Ideas Correspond Not With Your Own, Love Him Nevertheless