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But Of All Nations In The World The English Are Perhaps The Least A Nation Of Pure Philosophers.

Under A Presidential Government, A Nation Has, Except At The Electing Moment, No Influence; It Has Not The Ballot-box Before It; Its Virtue Is Gone, And It Must Wait Till Its Instant Of Despotism Again Returns.

When Great Questions End, Little Parties Begin.

Public Opinion Is A Permeating Influence, And It Exacts Obedience To Itself; It Requires Us To Drink Other Men's Thoughts, To Speak Other Men's Words, To Follow Other Men's Habits.

The Apparent Rulers Of The English Nation Are Like The Most Imposing Personages Of The A Splendid Procession; It Is By Them That The Mob Are Influenced; It Is They Who The Inspectors Cheer. The Real Rulers Are Secreted In Second Hand Carriages; No One Cares For Them Or Asks About Them, But They Are Obeyed Implicitly And Unconsciously By Reason Of The Splendour Of Those Who Eclipsed And Preceded Them.