All The Tales Of Miracles, With Which

A Body Of Men Holding Themselves Accountable To Nobody Ought Not To Be Trusted By Anybody.

It Is Necessary To The Happiness Of Man That He Be Mentally Faithful To Himself.

When Authors And Critics Talk Of The Sublime, They See Not How Nearly It Borders On The Ridiculous.

War Involves In Its Progress Such A Train Of Unforeseen Circumstances That No Human Wisdom Can Calculate The End; It Has But One Thing Certain, And That Is To Increase Taxes.

Public Money Ought To Be Touched With The Most Scrupulous Conscientiousness Of Honor. It Is Not The Produce Of Riches Only, But Of The Hard Earnings Of Labor And Poverty. It Is Drawn Even From The Bitterness Of Want And Misery. Not A Beggar Passes, Or Perishes In The Streets, Whose Mite Is Not In That Mass.