Fools Are My Theme, Let Satire Be

And Hold Up To The Sun My Little Taper.

It Is Not One Man Nor A Million, But The Spirit Of Liberty That Must Be Preserved. The Waves Which Dash Upon The Shore Are, One By One, Broken, But The Ocean Conquers Nevertheless. It Overwhelms The Armada, It Wears Out The Rock. In Like Manner, Whatever The Struggle Of Individuals, The Great Cause Will Gather Strength.

One Of The Pleasures Of Reading Old Letters Is The Knowledge That They Need No Answer.

So Sweet The Blush Of Bashfulness, E'en Pity Scarce Can Wish It Less!

Reason Is So Unreasonable, That Few People Can Say They Are In Possession Of It.