To Deny The Freedom Of The Will

Wild Animals Never Kill For Sport. Man Is The Only One To Whom The Torture And Death Of His Fellow Creatures Is Amusing In Itself.

I Think Nature, If She Interests Herself Much About Her Children, Must Often Feel That, Like The Miserable Frankenstein, With Her Experimenting Among The Elements Of Humanity, She Has Brought Beings Into Existence Who Have No Business Here; Who Can Do None Of Her Work, And Endure None Of Her Favours; Whose Life Is Only Suffering; And Whose Action Is One Long Protest Against The Ill Foresight Which Flung Them Into Consciousness.

I Scarcely Know A Professional Man I Can Like, And Certainly Not One Who Has Been What The World Calls Successful, That I Should The Least Wish To Resemble.

The Moral System Of The Universe Is Like A Document Written In Alternate Ciphers, Which Change From Line To Line.

You Cannot Reason People Into Loving Those Whom They Are Not Drawn To Love; They Cannot Reason Themselves Into It; And There Are Some Contrarieties Of Temper Which Are Too Strong Even For The Obligations Of Relationship.