There is but one way of refusing To-morrow, that is to die.
Symmetry is tedious, and tedium is the very basis of mourning. Despair yawns.
A fall from such a height is rarely straight downwards.
There is a way of meeting error while on the road of truth.
Die, very good, but do not make others die. Suicides like the one which is about to take place here are sublime, but suicide is restricted, and does not allow of extension; and so soon as it affects your neighbors, suicide becomes murder.
Work, which makes a man free, and thought, which makes him worthy of freedom.