I Hate False Words, And Seek With

Cruelty, If We Consider It As A Crime, Is The Greatest Of All; If We Consider It As A Madness, We Are Equally Justifiable In Applying To It The Readiest And The Surest Means Of Oppression.

Politeness Is Not Always A Sign Of Wisdom; But The Want Of It Always Leaves Room For A Suspicion Of Folly, If Folly And Imprudence Are The Same.

Fame Often Rests At First Upon Something Accidental, And Often, Too, Is Swept Away, Or For A Time Removed; But Neither Genius Nor Glory, Is Conferred At Once, Nor Do They Glimmer And Fall, Like Drops In A Grotto, At A Shout.

The Flame Of Anger, Bright And Brief, Sharpens The Barb Of Love.

There Is No Easy Path Leading Out Of Life, And Few Are The Easy Ones That Lie Within It.