The Pest Of Society Is

If The Whole Of History Is In One Man, It Is All To Be Explained From Individual Experience.

My Angel,-his Name Is Freedom,- Choose Him To Be Your King; He Shall Cut Pathways East And West, And Fend You With His Wing.

Spurious Prudence, Making The Senses Final, Is The God Of Sots And Cowards, And Is The Subject Of All Comedy. It Is Nature's Joke, And Therefore Literature's. True Prudence Limits This Sensualism By Admitting The Knowledge Of An Internal And Real World.

The Simplest Words,--we Do Not Know What They Mean Except When We Love And Aspire.

Patience And Fortitude Conquer All Things.