What A Strange Thing Is Man! And

There's Naught, No Doubt, So Much The Spirit Calms As Rum And True Religion.

Think'st Thou There Is No Tyranny But That Of Blood And Chains? The Despotism Of Vice-- The Weakness And The Wickedness Of Luxury-- The Negligence--the Apathy--the Evils Of Sensual Sloth--produces Ten Thousand Tyrants, Whose Delegated Cruelty Surpasses The Worst Acts Of One Energetic Master, However Harsh And Hard In His Own Bearing.

A Small Drop Of Ink Makes Thousands, Perhaps Millions... Think.

The Dome Of Thought, The Palace Of The Soul.

I Cannot Describe To You The Despairing Sensation Of Trying To Do Something For A Man Who Seems Incapable Or Unwilling To Do Anything Further For Himself.