Years Of Love Have Been Forgot, In

The Eye, Like A Shattered Mirror, Multiplies The Images Of Sorrow

Books, Indeed, Were His Sole Luxuries

The People Have Nothing To Do With The Laws But To Obey Them.

How Much More Intense Is The Excitement Wrought In The Feelings Of A Crowd By The Contemplation Of Human Agony, Than That Brought About By The Most Appalling Spectacles Of Inanimate Matter.

In Efforts To Soar Above Our Nature, We Invariably Fall Below It.