An Ingenious Mind Feels In Unmerited Praise

Cruelty Is The Highest Pleasure To The Cruel Man; It Is His Love.

Truth, Like The Juice Of The Poppy, In Small Quantities, Calms Men; In Larger, Heats And Irritates Them, And Is Attended By Fatal Consequences In Excess.

There Is No More Certain Sign Of A Narrow Mind, Of Stupidity, And Of Arrogance, Than To Stand Aloof From Those Who Think Differently From Us.

Circumstances Form The Character; But, Like Petrifying Matters, They Harden While They Form.

When The Mind Loses Its Feeling For Elegance, It Grows Corrupt And Groveling, And Seeks In The Crowd What Ought To Be Found At Home.