I Do Not Love A Man Who

Whatever Be The Motives Which Induce Men To Write,--whether Avarice Or Fame,--the Country Becomes More Wise And Happy In Which They Most Serve For Instructors.

Fear Guides More To Their Duty Than Gratitude; For One Man Who Is Virtuous From The Love Of Virtue, From The Obligation He Thinks He Lies Under To The Giver Of All, There Are Ten Thousand Who Are Good Only From Their Apprehension Of Punishment.

Here Let Me Sit In Sorrow For Mankind.

Silence Is Become His Mother Tongue.

Write How You Want, The Critic Shall Show The World You Could Have Written Better.