The Soul's Joy Lies In Doing.

History Is A Cyclic Poem Written By Time Upon The Memories Of Man.

Chastity Is A Monkish And Evangelical Superstition, A Greater Foe To Natural Temperance Even Than Unintellectual Sensuality; It Strikes At The Root Of All Domestic Happiness, And Consigns More Than Half Of The Human Race To Misery.

I Have Been A Wanderer Among Distant Fields. I Have Sailed Down Mighty Rivers.

Where Is Perfection? Where I Cannot Reach.

Kiss Me, So Long But As A Kiss May Last!