Reform, That We May Preserve.

It Was Before Deity Embodied In A Human Form Walking Among Men, Partaking Of Their Infirmities, Leaning On Their Bosoms, Weeping Over Their Graves, Slumbering In The Manger, Bleeding On The Cross, That The Prejudices Of The Synagogue, And The Doubts Of The Academy, And The Pride Of The Portico, And The Fasces Of The Lictor, And The Swords Of Thirty Legions Were Humbled In The Dust.

The Life Of Johnson Is Assuredly A Great, A Very Great Work. Homer Is Not More Decidedly The First Of Heroic Poets. Shakespeare Is Not More Decidedly The First Of Dramatists, Demosthenes Is Not More Decidedly The First Of Orators, Than Boswell Is The First Of Biographers. He Has No Second.

In Taste And Imagination, In The Graces Of Style, In The Arts Of Persuasion, In The Magnificence Of Public Works, The Ancients Were At Least Our Equals.

Great Minds Do Indeed React On The Society Which Has Made Them What They Are; But They Only Pay With Interest What They Have Received.

War Is Never Lenient But Where It Is Wanton; Where Men Are Compelled To Fight In Self-defence, They Must Hate And Avenge. This May Be Bad, But It Is Human Nature; It Is The Clay As It Came From The Hands Of The Potter.