Your Theory Of Partial Immortality Is Abhorrent

A Good Many Causes Tend To Make Good Masters And Mistresses Quite As Rare As Good Servants.... The Large And Rapid Fortunes By Which Vulgar And Ignorant People Become Possessed Of Splendid Houses, Splendidly Furnished, Do Not, Of Course, Give Them The Feelings And Manners Of Gentle Folks, Or In Any Way Really Raise Them Above The Servants They Employ, Who Are Quite Aware Of This Fact, And That The Possession Of Wealth Is Literally The Only Superiority Their Employers Have Over Them.

The Death I Should Prefer Would Be To Break My Neck Off The Back Of A Good Horse At A Full Gallop On A Fine Day.

Your Theory Of Partial Immortality Is Abhorrent To Me. I Would Rather Disbelieve In The Immortality Of My Own Soul Than Suppose The Boon Given To Me Was Withheld From Any Of My Fellow Creatures.

Though The Negroes Are Fed, Clothed, And Housed, And Though The Irish Peasant Is Starved, Naked, And Roofless, The Bare Name Of Freemen-the Lordship Over His Own Person, The Power To Choose And Will-are Blessings Beyond Food, Raiment, Or Shelter; Possessing Which, The Want Of Every Comfort Of Life Is Yet More Tolerable Than Their Fullest Enjoyment Without Them.

I Never Desire To Know Anything Of The Detail Of Political Measures, Lest Even Those Which I Think Best Should Lose Anything Of Their Intrinsic Value To Me, By Seeing What Low, Paltry, Personal Motives And Base Machinery And Dirty Hands Have Helped To Bring Them About.