Guilt Is A Spiritual Rubicon.

It Has Been Wisely Said, "that Well May Thy Guardian Angel Suffer Thee To Lose Thy Locks, When Thou Darest Wilfully To Lay Thy Head In The Lap Of Temptation!" Was It Not Easier For The Hero Of Judaea To Avoid The Touch Of The Fair Philistine, Than To Elude Her Power When Held In Her Arms?

The Mob Is A Sort Of Bear; While Your Ring Is Through Its Nose, It Will Even Dance Under Your Cudgel; But Should The Ring Slip, And You Lose Your Hold, The Brute Will Turn And Rend You.

However You Disguise Slavery, It Is Slavery Still. Its Chains, Though Wreathed With Roses, Not Only Fasten On The Body But Rivet On The Mind.

Bright Was The Summer Of 1296. The War Which Had Desolated Scotland Was Then At An End.

But The Most Annoying Of All Public Reformers Is The Personal Satirist. Though He May Be Considered By Some Few As A Useful Member Of Society, Yet He Is Only Ranked With The Hangman, Whom We Tolerate Because He Executes The Judgment We Abhor To Do Ourselves, And Avoid With A Natural Detestation Of His Office. The Pen Of The One And The Cord Of The Other Are Inseparable In Our Minds.