Never To Talk To Ones Self Is

My Days Are In The Yellow Leaf; The Flowers And Fruits Of Love Are Gone; The Worm, The Canker, And The Grief, Are Mine Alone!

My Great Comfort Is, That The Temporary Celebrity I Have Wrung From The World Has Been In The Very Teeth Of All Opinions And Prejudices. I Have Flattered No Ruling Powers; I Have Never Concealed A Single Thought That Tempted Me.

The Reading Or Non-reading A Book Will Never Keep Down A Single Petticoat.

He Who Surpasses Or Subdues Mankind, Must Look Down On The Hate Of Those Below.

Man's Conscience Is The Oracle Of God.