My Ideas Are My Whores.

Man Was Born To Live With His Fellow Human Beings. Separate Him, Isolate Him, His Character Will Go Bad, A Thousand Ridiculous Affects Will Invade His Heart, Extravagant Thoughts Will Germinate In His Brain, Like Thorns In An Uncultivated Land.

One Composition Is Meagre, Though It Has Many Figures; Another Is Rich, Though It Has Few.

A Nation Which Thinks That It Is Belief In God And Not Good Law Which Makes People Honest Does Not Seem To Me Very Advanced.

But If You Will Recall The History Of Our Civil Troubles, You Will See Half The Nation Bathe Itself, Out Of Piety, In The Blood Of The Other Half, And Violate The Fundamental Feelings Of Humanity In Order To Sustain The Cause Of God: As Though It Were Necessary To Cease To Be A Man In Order To Prove Oneself Religious!

For Me, My Thoughts Are My Prostitutes.