Madame De Stael Talks Herself Into A

When I Can't Talk Sense, I Talk Metaphor.

Assassinate Me You May; Intimidate Me You Cannot.

I Have Never Yet Heard Of A Murderer Who Was Not Afraid Of A Ghost.

It Is The Common Fate Of The Indolent To See Their Rights Become Prey To The Active. The Conditions Upon Which God Hath Given Liberty To Man Is Eternal Vigilance; Which Condition If He Break, Servitude Is At Once The Consequence Of His Crime, And The Punishment Of His Guilt.

His Smile Is Like The Silver Plate On A Coffin.