...it Is Human Nature, I Suppose, To

There Remained The Sea, Which Is Free To All, And Particularly Alluring To Those Who Feel Themselves At War With Humanity.

In Life We Pay For The Evil That In Life We Do.

It Came To Mr. Blood, As He Trudged Forward Under The Laden Apple-trees On That Fragrant, Delicious July Morning, That Man—as He Had Long Suspected—was The Vilest Work Of God, And That Only A Fool Would Set Himself Up As A Healer Of A Species That Was Best Exterminated.

They Opposed Brute Force To Reason And Philosophy, And Battalions Of Foreign Mercenaries To Ideas. As If Ideas Were To Be Impaled On Bayonets!

Do You Know, André, I Sometimes Think That You Have No Heart.' 'presumably Because I Sometimes Betray Intelligence.