Viewed From The Summit Of Reason, All

Lord Byron Is Only Great As A Poet; As Soon As He Reflects He Is A Child.

If I Love You, What Business Is It Of Yours?

There Is No Crime Of Which I Do Not Deem Myself Capable.

Man Supposes That He Directs His Life And Governs His Actions, When His Existence Is Irretrievably Under The Control Of Destiny

Hatred Is Active Displeasure, Envy Passive. We Need Not Wonder That Envy Turns To Soon To Hatred.