There is no passion, more spectral or fantastical than hate, not even its opposite, love, so peoples air, with phantoms, as this madness of the heart.

The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.

Liberty - eternal spirit of the chainless mind

But there are wanderers o'er Eternity Whose bark drives on and on, and anchor'd ne'er shall be.

A woman who gives any advantage to a man may expect a lover - but will sooner or later find a tyrant.

Nothing can confound a wise man more than laughter from a dunce.

Know ye not who would be free themselves must strike the blow? by their right arms the conquest must be wrought?