If Hours Did Not Hang Heavy, What

By Common Consent, Gray Hairs Are A Crown Of Glory: The Only Object Of Respect That Can Never Excite Envy.

The Public Is Wiser Than The Wisest Critic.

If Reason Is A Universal Faculty, The Decision Of The Common Mind Is The Nearest Criterion Of Truth.

The Friendship Between Me And You I Will Not Compare To A Chain; For That The Rains Might Rust, Or The Falling Tree Might Break.

The Fears Of One Class Of Men Are Not The Measure Of The Rights Of Another.