What indeed is life, unless so far as it is enjoyed? It does not merit the name.

My mind was bursting with depression and anguish. I muttered imprecations and murmuring as I passed along. I was full of loathing and abhorrence of life, and all that life carries in its train.

Above all we should not forget, that government is an evil, an usurpation upon the private judgment and individual conscience of mankind.

Literature, taken in all its bearings, forms the grand line of demarcation between the human and the animal kingdoms.

God himself has no right to be a tyrant.

Books gratify and excite our curiosity in innumerable ways.

Whenever truth stands in the mind unaccompanied by the evidence upon which it depends, it cannot properly be said to be apprehended at all.