No Man Profiteth But By The Loss

I Don't Break The Law* Made For Crooks, When I Take Away My Own Property - Thus I Am Not Obliged To Conform To The Law Made For Murderers When I Deprive Myself Of My Own Life.

Lucius Arruntius Killed Himself, He Said, To Escape Both The Future And The Past.

Oh These Foolish Men! They Could Not Create So Much As A Worm, But They Create Gods By The Dozens.

'tis The Sharpness Of Our Mind That Gives The Edge To Our Pains And Pleasures.

The Recognition Of Virtue Is Not Less Valuable From The Lips Of The Man Who Hates It, Since Truth Forces Him To Acknowledge It; And Though He May Be Unwilling To Take It Into His Inmost Soul, He At Least Decks Himself Out In Its Trappings.