I Want To Be Judged Harshly Because

This Is A Most Unfortunate Affair, And Will Probably Be Much Talked Of. But We Must Stem The Tide Of Idle Chatter, And Pour Into Our Wounded Bosoms The Soothing Balm Of Vengeance.

We May All Deserve Hell, But Some Of Us Deserve It Sooner Than Others.

Most Men Have No Purpose But To Exist, Abraham; To Pass Quietly Through History As Minor Characters Upon A Stage They Cannot Even See

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It Is Their Nature, Beautiful And Simple. That You Would Destroy Such Beings, Mr. Lincoln, Such Superior Creatures, Seems Madness To Me.” “that You Speak Of Them With Such Reverence, Mr. Poe, Seems Madness To Me.” "can You Imagine It? Can You Imagine Seeing The Universe Through Such Eyes? Laughing In The Face Of Time And Death—the World Your Garden Of Eden? Your Library? Your Harem?