There si nothing upon the face of the earth so insipid as a medium. Give me love or hate! A friend that will go to jail for me, or an enemy that will run me through the body!
I am ashamed of confessing that I have nothing to confess.
falsehood is not more unjustifiable than unsafe.
But how cool, how quiet is true courage!
To save the mind from preying inwardly upon itself, it must be encouraged to some outward pursuit.
Concealment is the foe of tranquility.