“The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself.” — Percy Bysshe Shelley

Revenge is the naked idol of the worship of a semi-barbarous age.

The man of virtuous soul commands not, nor obeys.

I have drunken deep of joy, And I will taste no other wine tonight.

Is it not odd that the only generous person I ever knew, who had money to be generous with, should be a stockbroker.