As Inclination Changes, Thus Ebbs And Flows

What Shall He Fear That Does Not Fear Death.

An Honest Man You May Form Of Windle-straws, But To Make A Rogue You Must Have Grist.

Will It, And Set To Work Briskly.

The Average Estimate Themselves By What They Do, The Above Average By What They Are.

History, Insofar As It Accustoms Human Beings To Comprehend The Whole Of The Past And To Hasten Forward With Its Conclusions Into The Far Future, Conceals The Boundaries Of Birth And Death, Which Enclose The Life Of The Human Being So Narrowly And Oppressively, And With A Kind Of Optical Illusion, Expands His Short Existence Into Endless Space, Leading The Individual Imperceptibly Over Into Humanity.