I Cannot Tell How The Truth May

Teach Self-denial And Make Its Practice Pleasure, And You Can Create For The World A Destiny More Sublime That Ever Issued From The Brain Of The Wildest Dreamer.

The Heart-sick Faintness Of The Hope Delayed!

Perhaps The Perusal Of Such Works May, Without Injustice, Be Compared With The Use Of Opiates, Baneful, When Habitually And Constantly Resorted To, But Of Most Blessed Power In Those Moments Of Pain And Of Langour, When The Whole Head Is Sore, And The Whole Heart Sick. If Those Who Rail Indiscriminately At This Species Of Composition, Were To Consider The Quantity Of Actual Pleasure It Produces, And The Much Greater Proportion Of Real Sorrow And Distress Which It Alleviates, Their Philanthropy Ought To Moderate Their Critical Pride, Or Religious Intolerance.

I Have Heard Men Talk About The Blessings Of Freedom," He Said To Himself, "but I Wish Any Wise Man Would Teach Me What Use To Make Of It Now That I Have It.

Revenge, The Sweetest Morsel To The Mouth That Ever Was Cooked In Hell.