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Happiness Is An Abstraction, It Is A Product Of The Imagination, It Is A Way Of Being Moved, Which Depends Entirely On Our Way Of Seeing And Feeling.

It Is Always By Way Of Pain One Arrives At Pleasure.

Cruelty, Very Far From Being A Vice, Is The First Sentiment Nature Injects In Us All. The Infant Breaks His Toy, Bites His Nurse's Breast, Strangles His Canary Long Before He Is Able To Reason; Cruelty Is Stamped In Animals, In Whom, As I Think I Have Said, Nature's Laws Are More Emphatically To Be Read Than In Ourselves; Cruelty Exists Amongst Savages, So Much Nearer To Nature Than Civilized Men Are; Absurd Then To Maintain Cruelty Is A Consequence Of Depravity. . . . Cruelty Is Simply The Energy In A Man Civilization Has Not Yet Altogether Corrupted: Therefore It Is A Virtue, Not A Vice.

'til The Infallibility Of Human Judgements Shall Have Been Proved To Me, I Shall Demand The Abolition Of The Penalty Of Death.

Happiness Is Ideal, It Is The Work Of The Imagination.