There Is A Blessed Necessity By Which

A State Of War Or Anarchy, In Which Law Has Little Force, Is So Far Valuable, That It Puts Every Man On Trial. The Man Of Principle Is Known As Such, And Even In The Fury Of Faction Is Respected.

Any Work Looks Wonderful To Me Except The One Which I Can Do.

In Spite Of Virtue And The Muse, Nemesis Will Have Her Dues, And All Our Struggles And Our Toils Tighter Wind The Giant Coils.

Give Me Truths For I Am Weary Of The Surfaces.

A Hero Is A Man Who Is Afraid To Run Away.