Dogmation Is Puppyism Come To Its Full

A Creature Undefiled By The Taint Of The World, Unvexed By Its Injustice, Unwearied By Its Hollow Pleasures; A Being Fresh From The Source Of Light, With Something Of Its Universal Lustre In It. If Childhood Be This, How Holy The Duty To See That In Its Onward Growth It Shall Be No Other!

Happiness Grows At Our Own Firesides, And Is Not To Be Picked In Strangers' Gardens.

Habitual Intoxication Is The Epitome Of Every Crime.

A Man, So To Speak, Who Is Not Able To Bow To His Own Conscience Every Morning Is Hardly In A Condition To Respectfully Salute The World At Any Other Time Of The Day.

Don't Buy A Single Vote More Than Necessary.