The Only Happiness A Brave Person Ever

Conviction Never So Excellent, Is Worthless Until It Coverts Itself Into Conduct.

Thought Is The Parent Of The Deed.

The Wise Man Is But A Clever Infant, Spelling Letters From A Hieroglyphical Prophetic Book, The Lexicon Of Which Lies In Eternity.

The Dust Of Controversy Is Merely The Falsehood Flying Off.

Might And Right Do Differ Frightfully From Hour To Hour, But Then Centuries To Try It In, They Are Found To Be Identical.