Nowhere Are Our Calculations More Frequently Upset

The Populace Is Like The Sea Motionless In Itself, But Stirred By Every Wind, Even The Lightest Breeze.

Avarice And Luxury, Those Evils Which Have Been The Ruin Of Every Great State.

No One Wants To Be Excelled By His Relatives.

In Grave Difficulties, And With Little Hope, The Boldest Measures Are The Safest.

False Shame Only Is Harmful.