Friendship, Sweet-resting Place Of The Soul, The

Republicanism And Ignorance Are In Bitter Antagonism.

I Love The People Because I Believe In God. For, If I Did Not Believe In God, What Would The People Be To Me? I Should Enjoy At Ease That Lucky Throw Of The Dice, Which Chance Had Turned Up For Me, The Day Of My Birth; And, With A Secret, Savage Joy, I Should Say, "so Much The Worse For The Losers!--the World Is A Lottery. Woe To The Conquered!

Eternity Is So Certain And So Terrible That A Thousand Lives Would Not Suffice To Prepare For It.

Men Are Misers, And Women Prodigal, In Affection.

At Twenty Every One Is Republican.