Admire, Exult, Despise, Laugh, Weep

Never To Talk To Ones Self Is A Form Of Hypocrisy

Man, Being Reasonable, Must Get Drunk; The Best Of Life Is But Intoxication.

I Only Know We Loved In Vain; I Only Feel-farewell! Farewell!

Yet Still There Whispers The Small Voice Within, Heard Through Gain's Silence, And O'er Glory's Din; Whatever Creed Be Taught Or Land Be Trod, Man's Conscience Is The Oracle Of God.

I Cannot Help Thinking That The Menace Of Hell Makes As Many Devils As The Severe Penal Codes Of Inhuman Humanity Make Villains.