Tis Strange,-but True; For Truth Is Always

Man, Being Reasonable, Must Get Drunk; The Best Of Life Is But Intoxication.

Who Falls From All He Knows Of Bliss, Cares Little Into What Abyss.

What Exile From Himself Can Flee? To Zones, Though More And More Remote, Still, Still Pursues, Where'er I Be, The Blight Of Life--the Demon Thought.

I Have Simplified My Politics Into An Utter Detestation Of All Existing Governments; And, As It Is The Shortest And Most Agreeable And Summary Feeling Imaginable, The First Moment Of An Universal Republic Would Convert Me Into An Advocate For Single And Uncontradicted Despotism. The Fact Is, Riches Are Power, And Poverty Is Slavery All Over The Earth, And One Sort Of Establishment Is No Better, Nor Worse, For A People Than Another.

But Quiet To Quick Bosoms Is A Hell.