There Is A Melancholy That

Most Books Today Seemed To Have Been Written Overnight From Books Read The Day Before.

In Living And In Seeing Other Men, The Heart Must Break Or Become As Bronze.

Almost The Whole Of History Is But A Sequence Of Horrors.

Wicked People Sometimes Perform Good Actions. I Suppose They Wish To See If This Gives As Great A Feeling Of Pleasure As The Virtuous Claim For It.

Nearly All Men Are Slaves For The Same Reason That The Spartans Assigned For The Servitude Of The Persians -- Lack Of Power To Pronounce The Syllable, "no." To Be Able To Utter That Word And Live Alone, Are The Only Means To Preserve One's Freedom And One's Character.