Money Makes Money. And The Money That

Scarcely Was I Arrived At Fifteen Years Of Age, When, After Having Doubted In Turn Of Different Tenets, According As I Found Them Combated In The Different Books That I Read, I Began To Doubt Of Revelation Itself.

Friends And Neighbors Complain That Taxes Are Indeed Very Heavy, And If Those Laid On By The Government Were The Only Ones We Had To Pay, We Might The More Easily Discharge Them; But We Have Many Others, And Much More Grievous To Some Of Us. We Are Taxed Twice As Much By Our Idleness, Three Times As Much By Our Pride, And Four Times As Much By Our Folly.

The Rotten Apple Spoils His Companion.

Notwithstanding My Experiments With Electricity The Thunderbolt Continues To Fall Under Our Noses And Beards; And As For The Tyrant, There Are A Million Of Us Still Engaged At Snatching Away His Sceptre.

By Improving Yourself, The World Is Made Better. Be Not Afraid Of Growing Too Slowly. Be Afraid Only Of Standing Still.