English People ... Never Speak,

There Can Be Neither Politically Nor Morally A Good Which Is Not Universal ... We Cannot Reform For A Time Or For A Class, But For All And For The Whole, And Our Very Interests Will Draw Us Together In One Wide Bond Of Sympathy.

We Need To Suffer, That We May Learn To Pity.

There Are Words To Paint The Misery Of Love, But None To Paint Its Happiness.

We Are Ourselves Our Happiness.

A Sealed Book, At Whose Contents We Tremble.