My turn of mind is so given to taking things in the absurd point of view, that it breaks out in spite of me every now and then.

What want these outlaws conquerors should have but history's purchased page to call them great?

But I hate things all fiction... there should always be some foundation of fact for the most airy fabric - and pure invention is but the talent of a liar.

What is the worst of woes that wait on age? What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow? To view each loved one blotted from life's page, And be alone on earth, as I am now.

There is a tear for all who die, A mourner o'er the humblest grave.

'Tis pleasant, sure, to see one's name in print. A book's a book, although there's nothing in 't.

Liberty - eternal spirit of the chainless mind