When Shall We See Poets Born? After

Gentleness And Peacefulness Regulate Our Proceedings; Theirs Are Dictated By Fury. We Employ Reason, They Accumulate Faggots. They Preach Nothing But Love, And Breathe Nothing But Blood. Their Words Are Humane, But Their Hearts Are Cruel.

Power Acquired By Violence Is Only A Usurpation, And Lasts Only As Long As The Force Of Him Who Commands Prevails Over That Of Those Who Obey.

If Reason Be A Gift Of Heaven, And We Can Say As Much Of Faith, Heaven Has Certainly Made Us Two Gifts Not Only Incompatible, But In Direct Contradiction To Each Other. In Order To Solve The Difficulty, We Are Compelled To Say Either That Faith Is A Chimera Or That Reason Is Useless.

We Are All Instruments Endowed With Feeling And Memory. Our Senses Are So Many Strings That Are Struck By Surrounding Objects And That Also Frequently Strike Themselves.

To Say That Man Is A Compound Of Strength And Weakness, Light And Darkness, Smallness And Greatness, Is Not To Indict Him, It Is To Define Him.