I would rather take hellebore than spend a conversation with a good, l >>
Men are mad most of their lives; few live sane, fewer die so. The acts >>
Hardly a book of human worth, be it heaven's own secret, is honestly p >>
He who hates vice hates men. >>
No exile at the South Pole or on the summit of Mont Blanc separates us >>
A portion of mankind take pride in their vices and pursue their purpos >>
So much of our lives is given over to the consideration of our imperfections that there is no time to improve our imaginary virtues. The truth is we only perfect our vices, and man is a worse creature when he dies than he was when he was born.