He Was A Man Of His Times.

He Who Surpasses Or Subdues Mankind, Must Look Down On The Hate Of Those Below.

I Am Ashes Where Once I Was Fire.

There Is No Traitor Like Him Whose Domestic Treason Plants The Poniard Within The Breast That Trusted To His Truth

This Is To Be Along; This, This Is Solitude!

A Sort Of Hostile Transaction, Very Necessary To Keep The World Going, But By No Means A Sinecure To The Parties Concerned.