Pen, Wax And Parchment Govern The World.

Do Not, However, Mistake Me. It Is Not To My Good Friend's Heresy That I Impute His Honesty. On The Contrary, 'tis His Honesty That Brought Upon Him The Character Of A Heretic.

And Where Is The Prince Who Can Afford To So Cover His Country With Troops For Its Defense, As That Ten Thousand Men Descending From The Clouds, Might Not In Many Places Do An Infinite Deal Of Mischief, Before A Force Could Be Brought Together To Repel Them?

You Can Not Pluck Roses Without Fear Of Thorns, Nor Enjoy A Fair Wife Without Danger Of Horns.

The Pleasures Of This World Are Rather From God's Goodness Than Our Own Merit.

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.