I shall attack Chemistry, like a Shark.
Alone, Alone, all, all alone, Alone on a wide wide sea! And never saint took pity on My soul in agony
Persecution is a very easy form of virtue.
Intellect really exists in its products; its kingdom is here.
Conscience is the pulse of reason
O it is pleasant, with a heart at ease, Just after sunset, or by moonlight skies, To make the shifting clouds be what you please.