Wickedness Is Always Easier Than Virtue; For

I Know Not Why Any One But A School Boy In His Declamation Would Whine Over The Commonwealth Of Rome, Which Grew Great Only By The Misery Of The Rest Of Mankind. The Romans, Like Others, As Soon As They Were Rich, Grew Corrupt; And In Their Corruption Sold The Lives And Freedoms Of Themselves And Of One Another.

Words Are But The Signs Of Ideas.

Resentment Is A Union Of Sorrow With Malignity; A Combination Of A Passion Which All Endeavor To Avoid With A Passion Which All Concur To Detest.

Where Secrecy Or Mystery Begins, Vice Or Roguery Is Not Far Off.

This Is My History; Like All Other Histories, A Narrative Of Misery.