Great Men Have Always Had Dogs.

Death! It Is Rest To The Aged, It Is Oblivion To The Atheist, It Is Immortality To The Poet!

There Is A Self-evident Axiom, That She Who Is Born A Beauty Is Half Married.

Men Are Always Optimists When They Look Inwards, And Pessimists When They Look Round Them.

Fame! It Is The Flower Of A Day, That Dies When The Next Sun Rises.

The Philosopher Stands At His Desk In The Lecture Hall, And Demonstrates Away The Soul Of Man, And With Exact Thought Measures Out His Atoms And Resolves Him Back To Gas And Air. But The Revolutionary, Below In The Crowd, Hears, And Only Translates What He Hears Thus To His Brethren: 'let Us Drink While We May; Property Is Robbery; This Life Is All; Let Us Kill And Eat; There Is No God.