As Is Our Confidence, So Is Our

A Scholar Is Like A Book Written In A Dead Language. It Is Not Every One That Can Read In It.

That Which Is Not, Shall Never Be; That Which Is, Shall Never Cease To Be. To The Wise, These Truths Are Self-evident.

The Love Of Letters Is The Forlorn Hope Of The Man Of Letters. His Ruling Passion Is The Love Of Fame.

The Love Of Liberty Is The Love Of Others; The Love Of Power Is The Love Of Ourselves.

It Is Hard For Any One To Be An Honest Politician Who Is Not Born And Bred A Dissenter.