Sorrows Must Die With The Joys They

Illusion Is Brief, But Repentance Is Long.

From The Moment Fear Begins I Have Ceased To Fear.

Why Should I Deem Myself To Be A Chisel, When I Could Be The Artist?

The World's History Is Constant, Like The Laws Of Nature, And Simple, Like The Souls Of Men. The Same Conditions Continually Produce The Same Results.

There Are Occasions When The General Belief Of The People, Even Though It Be Groundless, Works Its Effect As Sure As Truth Itself.