He Who Is Not Master Of His

A Creditor Is Worse Than A Slave-owner; For The Master Owns Only Your Person, But A Creditor Owns Your Dignity, And Can Command It.

Wisdom And Eloquence Are Not Always United.

In My Old Age There Is A Coming Into Flower. My Body Wanes; My Mind Waxes.

Youth Is The Future Smiling At A Stranger, Which Is Itself.

The Beginning As Well As The End Of All His Thoughts Was Hatred Of Human Law, That Hatred Which, If It Be Not Checked In Its Growth By Some Providential Event, Becomes, In A Certain Time, Hatred Of Society, Then Hatred Of The Human Race, And Then Hatred Of Creation, And Reveals Itself By A Vague And Incessant Desire To Injure Some Living Being, It Matters Not Who.