To Some Extent I Liken Slavery To

There Are Two Ways To Resolve Conflicts, Through Violence Or Through Negotiation. Violence Is For Wild Beasts, Negotiation Is For Human Beings.

Law Stands Mute In The Midst Of Arms.

For If That Last Day Does Not Occasion An Entire Extinction, But A Change Of Abode Only, What Can Be More Desirable? And If It, On The Other Hand, Destroys And Absolutely Puts An End To Us, What Can Be Preferable To Having A Deep Sleep Fall On Us In The Midst Of The Fatigues Of Life And, Being Thus Overtaken, To Sleep To Eternity?

It Is Our Duty, My Young Friends, To Resist Old Age.

Death Darkens His Eyes, And Unplumes His Wings, Yet The Sweetest Song Is The Last He Sings: Live So, My Love, That When Death Shall Come, Swan-like And Sweet It May Waft Thee Home.