The World Belongs To The Energetic.

Some Men Are Born To Own, And Can Animate All Their Possessions. Others Cannot: Their Owning Is Not Graceful; Seems To Be A Compromise Of Their Character: They Seem To Steal Their Own Dividends.

Our Poets Are Men Of Talents Who Sing, And Not The Children Of Music.

Give No Bounties: Make Equal Laws: Secure Life And Prosperity And You Need Not Give Alms.

Poverty, Frost, Famine, Rain, Disease, Are The Beadles And Guardsmen That Hold Us To Common Sense.

A Sect Or Party Is An Elegant Incognito Devised To Save A Man From The Vexation Of Thinking.