Can Man Be Free If

All High Poetry Is Infinite; It Is As The First Acorn, Which Contained All Oaks Potentially.

It Were Much Better That A Sentient Being Should Never Have Existed, Than That It Should Have Existed Only To Endure Unmitigated Misery.

Strange Thoughts Beget Strange Deeds.

All Of Us Who Are Worth Anything, Spend Our Manhood In Unlearning The Follies, Or Expiating The Mistakes Of Our Youth.

That Sweet Sleep Which Medicines All Pain.