Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves.
Damn description, it is always disgusting.
The drying up a single tear has more, of honest fame, than shedding seas of gore.
It is not for minds like ours to give or to receive flatter; yet the praises of sincerity have ever been permitted to the voice of friendship
Retirement accords with the tone of my mind; I will not descend to a world I despise.
History, with all her volumes vast, Hath but one page.