The End Of Government Is The Happiness

Men Of Great Conversational Powers Almost Universally Practise A Sort Of Lively Sophistry And Exaggeration Which Deceives For The Moment Both Themselves And Their Auditors.

More Sinners Are Cursed At Not Because We Despise Their Sins But Because We Envy Their Success At Sinning.

Oh, Wherefore Come Ye Forth In Triumph From The North, With Your Hands, And Your Feet, And Your Raiment All Red? And Wherefore Doth Your Rout Send Forth A Joyous Shout? And Whence Be The Grapes Of The Wine-press Which Ye Tread?

Your Constitution Is All Sail And No Anchor.

I Shall Cheerfully Bear The Reproach Of Having Descended Below The Dignity Of History.