Tyranny And Anarchy Are Never Far Apart.

There Is No Pestilence In A State Like A Zeal For Religion, Independent Of Morality.

What Else Is It That Should Trace The Insuperable Line? Is It The Faculty Of Reason Or Perhaps The Faculty Of Discourse? But A Full-grown Horse Or Dog Is Beyond Comparison A More Rational, As Well As More Conversable Animal, Than An Infant Of A Day Or A Week Or Even A Month Old. But Suppose They Were Otherwise, What Would It Avail? The Question Is Not, Can They Reason?, Nor Can They Talk? But, Can They Suffer? Why Should The Law Refuse Its Protection To Any Sensitive Being? The Time Will Come When Humanity Will Extend Its Mantle Over Everything Which Breathes.

Among The Several Cloudy Appellatives Which Have Been Commonly Employed As Cloaks For Misgovernment, There Is None More Conspicuous In This Atmosphere Of Illusion Than The Word Order.

Judges Of Elegance And Taste Consider Themselves As Benefactors To The Human Race, Whilst They Are Really Only The Interrupters Of Their Pleasure ... There Is No Taste Which Deserves The Epithet Good, Unless It Be The Taste For Such Employments Which, To The Pleasure Actually Produced By Them, Conjoin Some Contingent Or Future Utility: There Is No Taste Which Deserves To Be Characterized As Bad, Unless It Be A Taste For Some Occupation Which Has Mischievous Tendency.

...the Rarest Of All Human Qualities Is Consistency.