Shall I Crack Any Of Those Old

A Slave Is But Half A Man.

Only By Being Suspended Aloft, By Dangling My Mind In The Heavens And Mingling My Rare Thought With The Ethereal Air, Could I Ever Achieve Strict Scientific Accuracy In My Survey Of The Vast Empyrean. Had I Pursued My Inquiries From Down There On The Ground, My Data Would Be Worthless. The Earth, You See, Pulls Down The Delicate Essence Of Thought To Its Own Gross Level.

A Truce To Idle Phrases!

Evil Events From Evil Causes Spring.

A Demagogue Must Be Neither An Educated Nor An Honest Man; He Has To Be An Ignoramus And A Rogue.