Utopias Are Often Just Premature Truths.

Newspapers Will Ultimately Engross All Literature.

Sad Is His Lot, Who, Once At Least In His Life, Has Not Been A Poet.

Love Is The Enchanted Dawn Of Every Heart.

There Is No Man More Complete Than The One Who Travelled A Lot, Who Changed The Shape Of His Thoughts And His Life Twenty Times.

My Mother Was Convinced, And On This Head I Have Retained Her Firm Belief, That To Kill Animals For The Purpose Of Feeding On Their Flesh Is One Of The Most Deplorable And Shameful Infirmities Of The Human State; That It Is One Of Those Curses Cast Upon Man Either By His Fall, Or By The Obduracy Of His Own Perversity.