Among The Several Cloudy Appellatives Which Have

Nature Has Placed Mankind Under The Government Of Two Sovereign Masters, Pain And Pleasure... They Govern Us In All We Do, In All We Say, In All We Think: Every Effort We Can Make To Throw Off Our Subjection, Will Serve But To Demonstrate And Confirm It.

As To The Evil Which Results From Censorship, It Is Impossible To Measure It, Because It Is Impossible To Tell Where It Ends.

The Age We Live In Is A Busy Age; In Which Knowledge Is Rapidly Advancing Towards Perfection.

Pleasure Is In Itself A Good; Nay, Even Setting Aside Immunity From Pain, The Only Good.

In The Mind Of All, Fiction, In The Logical Sense, Has Been The Coin Of Necessity;—in That Of Poets Of Amusement—in That Of The Priest And The Lawyer Of Mischievous Immorality In The Shape Of Mischievous Ambition,—and Too Often Both Priest And Lawyer Have Framed Or Made In Part This Instrument.