I Hate Everything That Merely Instructs Me

To Be Pleased With One's Limits Is A Wretched State.

Those Who Make Use Of Devotion As A Means And End Generally Are Hypocrites.

A Purpose You Impart Is No Longer Your Own.

Tolerance Comes Of Age. I See No Fault Committed That I Myself Could Not Have Committed At Some Time Or Other.

How Often Do I Lull My Seething Blood To Rest, For You Have Never Seen Anything So Unsteady, So Uncertain, As This Heart.