Accursed Be The City Where The Laws

Jealousy Dislikes The World To Know It.

Sorrow Is Knowledge, Those That Know The Most Must Mourn The Deepest, The Tree Of Knowledge Is Not The Tree Of Life.

Tis Strange,-but True; For Truth Is Always Strange; Stranger Than Fiction: If It Could Be Told, How Much Would Novels Gain By The Exchange! How Differently The World Would Men Behold!

The Dome Of Thought, The Palace Of The Soul.

Why Do They Call Me Misanthrope? Because They Hate Me, Not I Them.