You Must Be Like Me; You Must

The Coward Makes Himself Cowardly, The Hero Makes Himself Heroic.

There Is No Human Nature, Since There Is No God To Conceive It.

What Then Did You Expect When You Unbound The Gag That Muted Those Black Mouths? That They Would Chant Your Praises? Did You Think That When Those Heads That Our Fathers Had Forcibly Bowed Down To The Ground Were Raised Again, You Would Find Adoration In Their Eyes?

The Form [of Literature] Matters Little To Me, Classical Or Not.

It Disturbs Me No More To Find Men Base, Unjust, Or Selfish Than To See Apes Mischievous, Wolves Savage, Or The Vulture Ravenous.