I Am My Own Heaven And Hell!

Fate Always Wins, For Our Own Heart Within Us Imperiously Furthers Its Designs.

He That Is Overcautious Will Accomplish Little.

The Mind Is The Eyesight Of The Soul.

We Are Citizens Of An Age, As Well As Of A State; And If It Is Held To Be Unseemly, Or Even Inadmissible, For A Man To Cut Himself Off From The Customs And Manners Of The Circle In Which He Lives, Why Should It Be Less Of A Duty, In The Choice Of His Activity, To Submit His Decision To The Needs And The Taste Of His Century?

A Pity About The People! They Are Brave Enough Comrades, But They Have Heads Like A Soapboiler's.