“Do what thy manhood bids thee do,from none but self expect applause.He noblest lives and noblest dieswho makes and keeps his self-made laws.”

“Cease, man, to mourn, to weep, to wail;Enjoy thy shining hour of sun;We dance along Death's icy brink,But is the dance less full of fun?”

“And still the Weaver plies his loom, whose warp and woof is wretched ManWeaving th' unpattern'd dark design, so dark we doubt it owns a plan”

“Ah! gay the day with shine of sun,and bright the breeze, and blithe thethrongMet on the River-bank to play,when I was young, when I was young”

“Shaking off, with one mighty effort the fetters of habit, the leaden weight of routine, the cloak of many cares and the slavery of home, man feels once more happy.”

“The more I study religions the more I am convinced that man never worshiped anything but himself.”

“I'd like to be born the son of a duke with 90,000 pounds a year, on an enormous estate.... And I'd like to have the most enormous library, and I'd like to think that I could read those books forever and forever, and die unlamented, unknown, unsung, unhonored - and packed with information.”