There Is No Kind Of Harassment That

If There Is One Realm In Which It Is Essential To Be Sublime, It Is In Wickedness. You Spit On A Petty Thief, But You Can't Deny A Kind Of Respect For The Great Criminal.

Mankind Have Banned The Divinity From Their Presence; They Have Relegated Him To A Sanctuary; The Walls Of The Temple Restrict His View; He Does Not Exist Outside Of It.

Shakespeare's Fault Is Not The Greatest Into Which A Poet May Fall. It Merely Indicates A Deficiency Of Taste.

We Swallow Greedily Any Lie That Flatters Us, But We Sip Only Little By Little At A Truth We Find Bitter.

The Arbitrary Rule Of A Just And Enlightened Prince Is Always Bad. His Virtues Are The Most Dangerous And The Surest Form Of Seduction: They Lull A People Imperceptibly Into The Habit Of Loving, Respecting, And Serving His Successor, Whoever That Successor May Be, No Matter How Wicked Or Stupid.