Sad Is His Lot, Who, Once At

Sad Is His Lot, Who, Once At Least In His Life, Has Not Been A Poet.

Mystery Hovers Over All Things Here Below.

The Impartiality Of History Is Not That Of The Mirror, Which Merely Reflects Objects, But Of The Judge, Who Sees, Listens, And Decides.

Ink Is The Transcript Of Thought.

...to Kill Animals For The Purpose Of Feeding On Their Flesh Is One Of The Most Deplorable And Shameful Infirmities Of The Human State