The Eye Altering, Alters All.

Kill Not The Moth Nor Butterfly, For The Last Judgement Draweth Nigh.

A Truth That's Told With Bad Intent Beats All The Lies You Can Invent.

Mercy, Pity, Peace Is The World's Release.

Prudence Is A Rich, Ugly, Old Maid Courted By Incapacity.

Commerce Is So Far From Being Beneficial To Arts, Or To Empire, That It Is Destructive Of Both, As All Their History Shows, For The Above Reason Of Individual Merit Being Its Great Hatred. Empires Flourish Till They Become Commercial, And Then They Are Scattered Abroad To The Four Winds.