Strive all your life to free men from the bondage of custom and self, the two great elements of the world that lieth in wickedness.

MS. Letter. l842.

Henceforth let no man peering down
Through the dim glittering mine of future years
Say to himself, "Too much! this cannot be!"
To-day and custom wall up our horizon:
Before the hourly miracle of life
Blindfold we stand, and sigh, as though God were not.

Saint's Tragedy, Act i. Scene ii.
1847.