War, war is still the cry,-"war even to the knife!"

I do detest everything which is not perfectly mutual.

I love the language, it sounds as if it should be writ on satin with syllables which breathe of the sweet South

I doubt sometimes whether a quiet and unagitated life would have suited me - yet I sometimes long for it.

In hope to merit heaven by making earth a hell.

I have simplified my politics into an utter detestation of all existing governments; and, as it is the shortest and most agreeable and summary feeling imaginable, the first moment of an universal republic would convert me into an advocate for single and uncontradicted despotism. The fact is, riches are power, and poverty is slavery all over the earth, and one sort of establishment is no better, nor worse, for a people than another.

Let joy be unconfined.