A Criminal Is Twice A Criminal When

Imagination Is The Supreme Endowment Of The Poet And Romanticist. It Is A Kind Of Second Sight, Which Conveys The Owner Of It To Places He Has Never Seen, And Surrounds Him With Strange Circumstances Of Which He Is Merely The Spiritual Eyewitness.

There Is No Death,/what Seems So Is Transition.

A Fine Morning's Killing, Ay! All Their Necks Wrung - All Dead Birds! Once They Could Fly - Fly And Swim! Fly And Swim! All Dead Now - And Sold Cheap In The Open Market!

Patriotism Is Understood To Be That Virtue Which Consists In Serving One's Country; But In What Way Is This 'patria' Or Country Served By Slaying Its Able Bodied Men In Thousands?

Pleasure For Others Is The Only Pleasure Possible To Me. I Assure You I'm Quite Selfish! - I'm Greedy For The Happiness Of Those I Love - And If They Can't Or Won't Be Happy I'm Perfectly Miserable.