The Good Want Power, But To Weep

Tragedy Delights By Affording A Shadow Of The Pleasure Which Exists In Pain.

Their Errors Have Been Weighed And Found To Have Been Dust In The Balance; If Their Sins Were As Scarlet, They Are Now White As Snow: They Have Been Washed In The Blood Of The Mediator And The Redeemer, Time.

Let There Be Light! Said Liberty , And Like Sunrise From The Sea, Athens Arose!

No Man Has A Right To Disturb The Public Peace, By Personally Resisting The Execution Of A Law However Bad. He Ought To Acquiesce, Using At The Same Time The Utmost Powers Of His Reason, To Promote Its Repeal.

Death Is The Veil Which Those Who Live Call Life; They Sleep, And It Is Lifted.