Man has no right to kill his brother. It is no excuse that he does so in uniform: he only adds the infamy of servitude to the crime of murder.
History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.
No man has a right to disturb the public peace, by personally resisting the execution of a law however bad. He ought to acquiesce, using at the same time the utmost powers of his reason, to promote its repeal.
Man's yesterday may never be like his morrow; Nought may endure but Mutability.
The man of virtuous soul commands not, nor obeys.
There is no real wealth but the labor of man.
Belief is involuntary; nothing involuntary is meritorious or reprehensible. A man ought not to be considered worse or better for his belief.
He will watch from dawn to gloom The lake-reflected sun illume The yellow bees in the ivy-bloom, Nor heed nor see, what things they be; But from these create he can Forms more real than living man, Nurslings of immortality!
Man, who wert once a despot and a slave, A dupe and a deceiver! A decay, A traveller from the cradle to the grave Through the dim night of this immortal day.