The Essence Of Greatness Is Neglect Of

Truth Only Smells Sweet Forever, And Illusions, However Innocent, Are Deadly As The Canker Worm.

Those Who Seek For Something More Than Happiness In This World Must Not Complain If Happiness Is Not Their Portion.

I Think Nature, If She Interests Herself Much About Her Children, Must Often Feel That, Like The Miserable Frankenstein, With Her Experimenting Among The Elements Of Humanity, She Has Brought Beings Into Existence Who Have No Business Here; Who Can Do None Of Her Work, And Endure None Of Her Favours; Whose Life Is Only Suffering; And Whose Action Is One Long Protest Against The Ill Foresight Which Flung Them Into Consciousness.

Thirst Of Power And Of Riches Now Bear Sway, The Passion And Infirmity Of Age.

Morality Rests Upon A Sense Of Obligation; And Obligation Has No Meaning Except As Implying A Divine Command, Without Which It Would Cease To Be.