The Mob, When They Are Gazing At

Humanity Is The Virtue Of A Woman, Generosity That Of A Man.

It Appears, Accordingly, From The Experience Of All Ages And Nations, I Believe, That The Work Done By Freemen Comes Cheaper In The End Than That Performed By Slaves.

All Registers Which, It Is Acknowledged, Ought To Be Kept Secret, Ought Certainly Never To Exist.

The Greatest Improvement In The Productive Powers Of Labour, And The Greater Part Of The Skill, Dexterity, And Judgment With Which It Is Anywhere Directed, Or Applied, Seem To Have Been The Effects Of The Division Of Labour.

It Is Not From The Benevolence Of The Butcher, The Brewer, Or The Baker, That We Expect Our Dinner, But From Regard To Their Own Interest. We Address Ourselves, Not To Their Humanity But To Their Self-love, And Never Talk To Them Of Our Own Necessities But Of Their Advantages. Nobody But A Beggar Chooses To Depend Chiefly Upon The Benevolence Of His Fellow Citizens.