The Subtle Sauce Of Malice

That Which Happens To The Soil When It Ceases To Be Cultivated By The Social Man Happens To Man Himself When He Foolishly Forsakes Society For Solitude; The Brambles Grow Up In His Desert Heart.

The Personal Pronoun "i" Should Be The Coat Of Arms Of Some Individuals.

It Is Not He Who Searches For Praise Who Finds It.

The Despotism Of Will In Ideas Is Styled Plan, Project, Character, Obstinacy; Its Despotism In Desires Is Called Passion.

In General, Indulgence For Those We Know Is Rarer Than Pity For Those We Know Not.