For Sudden Joys, Like Griefs, Confound At

No Shoots, Says Friday, No Yet, Me Shoot Now, Me No Kill; Me Stay, Give You One More Laugh.

Reason, It Is True, Is Dictator In The Society Of Mankind; From Her There Ought To Lie No Appeal; But Here We Want A Pope In Our Philosophy, To Be The Infallible Judge Of What Is Or Is Not Reason.

As Covetousness Is The Root Of All Evil, So Poverty Is The Worst Of All Snares.

Whatever Party Of Men Obtain The Reins Of Management, And Have Power To Name The Person Who Shall License The Press, That Party Of Men Have The Whole Power Of Keeping The World In Ignorance, In All Matters Relating To Religion Or Policy, Since The Writers Of That Party Shall Have Full Liberty To Impose Their Notions Upon The World.

It Is Never Too Late To Be Wise.