Great Men Too Often Have

I Strove With None, For None Was Worth My Strife. Nature I Loved And, Next To Nature, Art: I Warm'd Both Hands Before The Fire Of Life; It Sinks, And I Am Ready To Depart.

Cruelty Is The Highest Pleasure To The Cruel Man; It Is His Love.

Two Evils, Of Almost Equal Weight, May Befall The Man Of Erudition; Never To Be Listened To, And To Be Listened To Always.

Hope Is The Mother Of Faith.

My Thoughts Are My Company; I Can Bring Them Together, Select Them, Detain Them, Dismiss Them.