A Thousand Years May Scare Form A

There Is, In Fact, No Law Or Government At All; And It Is Wonderful How Well Things Go On Without Them.

Out Of Chaos God Made A World, And Out Of High Passions Comes A People.

In Solitude, Where We Are Least Alone.

But At Sixteen The Conscience Rarely Gnaws So Much, As When We Call Our Old Debts In At Sixty Years, And Draw The Accounts Of Evil, And Find A Deuced Balance With The Devil.

I Live, But Live To Die: And, Living, See Nothing To Make Death Hateful, Save An Innate Clinging, A Loathsome And Yet All Invincible Instinct Of Life, Which I Abhor, As I Despise Myself, Yet Cannot Overcome — And So I Live. Would I Had Never Lived!