Men Must Be Either The Slaves Of

Reason Is A Bee, And Exists Only On What It Makes; His Usefulness Takes The Place Of Beauty.

Truth Takes The Stamp Of The Souls It Enters. It Is Rigorous And Rough In Arid Souls, But Tempers And Softens Itself In Loving Natures.

The Last Word Should Be The Last Word. It Is Like A Finishing Touch Given To Color; There Is Nothing More To Add. But What Precaution Is Needed In Order Not To Put The Last Word First.

Young Authors Give Their Brains Much Exercise And Little Food.

Forms Of Government Become Established Of Themselves. They Shape Themselves, They Are Not Created. We May Give Them Strength And Consistency, But We Cannot Call Them Into Being. Let Us Rest Assured That The Form Of Government Can Never Be A Matter Of Choice: It Is Almost Always A Matter Of Necessity.