Every Man's Road In Life Is Marked

Every Man's Road In Life Is Marked By The Grave Of His Personal Likings.

Love Is But The Discovery Of Ourselves In Others, And The Delight In The Recognition.

If You Wish To Make A Man Look Noble, Your Best Course Is To Kill Him. What Superiority He May Have Inherited From His Race, What Superiority Nature May Have Personally Gifted Him With, Comes Out In Death.

Death, Which We Are Accustomed To Consider An Evil, Really Acts For Us The Friendliest Part, And Takes Away The Commonplace Of Existence.

There Is Nothing Good In This World Which Time Does Not Improve.