He Thinks Like A Philosopher, But Governs

In The North The First Words Are, Help Me; In The South, Love Me.

Smell Is The Sense Of Memory And Desire.

Days Of Absence, Sad And Dreary, Clothed In Sorrow's Dark Array, - Days Of Absence, I Am Weary; She I Love Is Far Away.

One Thinks Himself The Master Of Others, And Still Remains A Greater Slave Than They.

To Renounce Freedom Is To Renounce One's Humanity, One's Rights As A Man And Equally One's Duties.