The Joy Of A Strong Nature Is

Death! It Is Rest To The Aged, It Is Oblivion To The Atheist, It Is Immortality To The Poet!

Fame! It Is The Flower Of A Day, That Dies When The Next Sun Rises.

In Its Permission To Man To Render Subject To Him All Other Living Creatures Of The Earth, It Continued The Cruelty Of The Barbarian And The Pagan, And Endowed These With What Appeared A Divine Authority.

There Is No Applause That So Flatters A Man As That Which He Wrings From Unwilling Throats.

An Easy-going Husband Is The One Indispensable Comfort Of Life.