Leisure, Some Degree Of It, Is Necessary

Everything But Truth Becomes Loathed In A Sick-room ... Let The Nurse Avow That The Medicine Is Nauseous. Let The Physician Declare That The Treatment Will Be Painful. Let Sister, Or Brother, Or Friend, Tell Me That I Must Never Look To Be Well. When The Time Approaches That I Am To Die, Let Me Be Told That I Am To Die, And When.

The Sick-room Becomes The Scene Of Intense Convictions; And Among These, None, It Seems To Me, Is More Distinct And Powerful Than That Of The Permanent Nature Of Good, And The Transient Nature Of Evil.

Who Is Apt, On Occasion, To Assign A Multitude Of Reasons When One Will Do? This Is A Sure Sign Of Weakness In Argument.

It Is A Testament To The Strength And Purity Of The Democratic Sentiment In The Country, That The Republic Has Not Been Overthrown By Its Newspapers.

I Would Not Exchange My Freedom From Old Superstition, If I Were To Be Burned At The Stake Next Month, For All The Peace And Quiet Of Orthodoxy, If I Must Take The Orthodoxy With Peace And Quiet.