A Jealous Lover Lights His Torch From

The People Never Give Up Their Liberties But Under Some Delusion.

By The Disposition Of A Stupendous Wisdom, Moulding Together The Great Mysterious Incorporation Of The Human Race, The Whole, At One Time, Is Never Old, Or Middle-aged, Or Young; But, In A Condition Of Unchangeable Constancy, Moves On Through The Varied Tenor Of Perpetual Decay, Fall, Renovation, And Progression.

Oppression Makes Wise Men Mad; But The Distemper Is Still The Madness Of The Wise, Which Is Better Than The Sobriety Of Fools.

The Yielding Of The Weak Is The Concession To Fear.

We Set Ourselves To Bite The Hand That Feeds Us.