Flattery Is A Foolish Suicide; She Destroys

From The Paths Of Blood (and Such Is The History Of Nations) I Cannot Refuse To Turn Aside To Gather Some Flowers Of Science Or Virtue.

Persuasion Is The Resource Of The Feeble; And The Feeble Can Seldom Persuade . . .

We Improve Ourselves By Victories Over Ourselves. There Must Be Contest, And We Must Win.

[instead] Of Inquiring Why The Roman Empire Was Destroyed, We Should Rather Be Surprised That It Had Subsisted So Long.

Extreme Distress, Which Unites The Virtue Of A Free People, Imbitters The Factions Of A Declining Monarchy.