That Low Vice, Curiosity!

None Are So Desolate But Something Dear, Dearer Than Self, Possesses Or Possess'd A Thought, And Claims The Homage Of A Tear.

Man Is In Part Divine, A Troubled Stream From A Pure Source.

Oh That The Desert Were My Dwelling-place, With One Fair Spirit For My Minister

There Is, In Fact, No Law Or Government At All; And It Is Wonderful How Well Things Go On Without Them.

Roll On, Thou Deep And Dark Blue Ocean