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The Uniform, Constant, And Uninterrupted Effort Of Every Man To Better His Condition . . . Is Frequently Powerful Enough To Maintain The Natural Progress Of Things Toward Improvement, In Spite Of The Extravagance Of Government, And Of The Greatest Errors Of Administration.

What Can Be Added To The Happiness Of The Man Who Is In Health, Who Is Out Of Debt, And Has A Clear Conscience?

We Rarely Hear, It Has Been Said, Of The Combinations [that Is, Unions Or Colluding Organizations] Of Masters, Though Frequently Of Those Of Workmen. But Whoever Imagines, Upon This Account, That Masters Rarely Combine, Is As Ignorant Of The World As Of The Subject. Masters Are Always And Everywhere In A Sort Of Tacit, But Constant And Uniform Combination, Not To Raise The Wages Of Labor Above Their Actual Price.

In Ease Of Body, Peace Of Mind, All The Different Ranks Of Life Are Nearly Upon A Level And The Beggar Who Suns Himself By The Side Of The Highway, Possesses That Security Which Kings Are Fighting For.

It Is Not From The Benevolence Of The Butcher, The Brewer, Or The Baker, That We Expect Our Dinner, But From Regard To Their Own Interest. We Address Ourselves, Not To Their Humanity But To Their Self-love, And Never Talk To Them Of Our Own Necessities But Of Their Advantages. Nobody But A Beggar Chooses To Depend Chiefly Upon The Benevolence Of His Fellow Citizens.