The Sovereign Has, Under A Constitutional Monarchy

There Seems To Be An Unalterable Contradiction Between The Human Mind And Its Employments. How Can A Soul Be A Merchant? What Relation To An Immortal Being Have The Price Of Linseed, The Brokerage On Hemp? Can An Undying Creature Debit Petty Expenses And Charge For Carriage Paid? The Soul Ties Its Shoes; The Mind Washes Its Hands In A Basin. All Is Incongruous.

The Reason Why So Few Good Books Are Written Is, That So Few People That Can Write Know Anything. In General An Author Has Always Lived In A Room, Has Read Books, Has Cultivated Science, Is Acquainted With The Style And Sentiments Of The Best Authors, But He Is Out Of The Way Of Employing His Own Eyes And Ears. He Has Nothing To Hear And Nothing To See. His Life Is A Vacuum.

Efficiency In An Assembly Requires A Solid Mass Of Steady Votes; And These Are Collected By A Deferential Attachment To Particular Men, Or By A Belief In The Principles That Those Men Represent, And They Are Maintained By Fear Of Those Men - By The Fear That If You Vote Against Them, You May Soon Yourself Have No Vote At All.

Conquest Is The Missionary Of Valor, And The Hard Impact Of Military Virtues Beats Meanness Out Of The World.

A Schoolmaster Should Have An Atmosphere Of Awe, And Walk Wonderingly, As If He Was Amazed At Being Himself.