Anger Is Practical Awkwardness.

The Victims Of Ennui Paralyze All The Grosser Feelings By Excess, And Torpify All The Finer By Disuse And Inactivity. Disgusted With This World, And Indifferent About Another, They At Last Lay Violent Hands Upon Themselves, And Assume No Small Credit For The Sang Froid With Which They Meet Death. But, Alas! Such Beings Can Scarcely Be Said To Die, For They Have Never Truly Lived.

The Whole Family Of Pride And Ignorance Are Incestuous, And Mutually Beget Each Other

Death Is The Only Sovereign Whom No Partiality Can Warp, And No Price Corrupt.

The Worst Thing That Can Be Said Of The Most Powerful Is That They Can Take Your Life; But The Same Can Be Said Of The Most Weak.

The Brightest Thunder-bolt Is Elicited From The Darkest Storm.