I Love All Waste And Solitary Places.

There Is No Real Wealth But The Labour Of Man.

Death Will Come When Thou Art Dead, Soon, Too Soon.

Ah! What A Divine Religion Might Be Found Out If Charity Were Really Made The Principle Of It Instead Of Faith.

When A Man Marries, Dies, Or Turns Hindu, His Best Friends Hear No More Of Him.

Lost Echo Sits Amid The Voiceless Mountains, And Feeds Her Grief.