Charles Sumner's Mind Had Reached The Calm

He Never Labored So Hard To Learn A Language As He Did To Hold His Tongue, And It Affected Him For Life. The Habit Of Reticence — Of Talking Without Meaning — Is Never Effaced.

Of All Studies, The One He Would Rather Have Avoided Was That Of His Own Mind. He Knew No Tragedy So Heartrending As Introspection.

I Am Fairly Tired--bored Beyond Endurance--by The World We Live In, And Its Ideals, And Am Ready To Say So, Not Violently, But Kindly, As One Rubs Salt Into The Back Of A Flogged Sailor As Though One Loved Him.

By Nature, Man Is Lazy, Working Only Under Compulsion; And When He Is Strong We Will Always Live, As Far As He Can, Upon The Labor Or The Property Of The Weak.

Chaos Often Breeds Life, When Order Breeds Habit.