It Is Not Designed That The Road

When Alexander Had Subdued The World, And Wept That None Were Left To Dispute His Arms, His Tears Were An Involuntary Tribute To A Monarchy That He Knew Not, Man's Empire Over Himself.

We All Know That A Lie Needs No Other Grounds, Than The Invention Of The Liar; And To Take For Granted As Truth, All That Is Alleged Against The Fame Of Others, Is A Species Of Credulity, That Men Would Blush At On Any Other Subject.

To Be Truly And Really Independent Is To Support Ourselves By Our Own Exertions.

That Grief Is The Most Durable Which Flows Inward, And Buries Its Streams With Its Fountain, In The Depths Of The Heart.

I Never Yet Heard Man Or Woman Much Abused, That I Was Not Inclined To Think The Better Of Them; And To Transfer Any Suspicion Or Dislike, To The Person Who Appeared To Take Delight In Pointing Out The Defects Of A Fellow-creature.