Our Life Seems Not Present, So Much

In Imitation Is A Bit Suicide.

A Man's Personal Defects Will Commonly Have With The Rest Of The World Precisely That Importance Which They Have To Himself. If He Makes Light Of Them, So Will Other Men.

Things Have Their Laws As Well As Men, And Things Refuse To Be Trifled With.

What Is Man Born For But To Be A Reformer, A Remaker Of What Man Has Made? A Renouncer Of Lies; A Restorer Of Truth And Good? Imitating That Great Nature Which Embossoms Us All, And Which Sleeps No Moment On An Old Past, But Every Hour Repairs Herself, Yielding Us Every Morning A New Day, With Every Breath A New Life?

The People Know That They Need In Their Representative Much More Than Talent, Namely, The Power To Make His Talent Trusted.