It Is A Maxim That No Man

When A Man Feel The Reprehension Of A Friend Seconded By His Own Heart, He Is Easily Heated Into Resentment.

Words Are Daughters Of Earth But Ideas Are Sons Of Heaven.

He That Never Labors May Know The Pains Of Idleness, But Not The Pleasures.

This Is My History; Like All Other Histories, A Narrative Of Misery.

As To The Rout That Is Made About People Who Are Ruined By Extravagance, It Is No Matter To The Nation That Some Individuals Suffer. When So Much General Productive Exertion Is The Consequence Of Luxury, The Nation Does Not Care Though There Are Debtors; Nay, They Would Not Care Though Their Creditors Were There Too.