Where Neither Love Nor Hatred Is In

The Idealist Is Incorrigible: If He Is Thrown Out Of His Heaven He Makes An Ideal Of His Hell.

Pity Is Extolled As The Virtue Of Prostitutes.

Whatever The State Saith Is A Lie; Whatever It Hath Is A Theft: All Is Counterfeit In It, The Gnawing, Sanguinary, Insatiate Monster.

The Small Force That It Takes To Launch A Boat Into The Stream Should Not Be Confused With The Force Of The Stream That Carries It Along: But This Confusion Appears In Nearly All Biographies.

Seducing One's Neighbor To A Good Opinion And Then Afterwards Believing Devoutly In This Neighbor's Opinion--who Can Match Women In This Clever Ploy?