Do What Thy Manhood Bids Thee Do.

All So-called Revealed Religions Consist Mainly Of Three Portions, A Cosmogony More Or Less Mythical, A History More Or Less Falsified, And A Moral Code More Or Less Pure.

The Dearest Ambition Of A Slave Is Not Liberty, But To Have A Slave Of His Own.

All Faith Is False, All Faith Is True. Truth Is The Shattered Mirror Strown In Myriad Bits, While Each Believes His Little Bit The Whole To Own.

Cease, Man, To Mourn, To Weep, To Wail; Enjoy Thy Shining Hour Of Sun; We Dance Along Death's Icy Brink, But Is The Dance Less Full Of Fun?

Travellers, Like Poets, Are Mostly An Angry Race: By Falling Into A Daily Fit Of Passion, I Proved To The Governor And His Son, Who Were Profuse In Their Attentions, That I Was In Earnest.