Hatred, In The Course Of Time, Kills

Man Is Free, But His Freedom Ceases When He Has No Faith In It; And The Greater Power He Ascribes To Faith, The More He Deprives Himself Of That Power Which God Has Given To Him When He Endowed Him With The Gift Of Reason.

Thence, I Suppose, My Natural Disposition To Make Fresh Acquaintances, And To Break With Them So Readily, Although Always For A Good Reason, And Never Through Mere Fickleness.

I Have Always Loved Truth So Passionately That I Have Often Resorted To Lying As A Way Of Introducing It Into The Minds Which Were Ignorant Of Its Charms.

I Have Loved Women Even To Madness, But I Have Always Loved Liberty Better.

Hatred, In The Course Of Time, Kills The Unhappy Wretch Who Delights In Nursing It In His Bosom.