We Must Not Be Guilty Of Taking

Like One, That On A Lonesome Road Doth Walk In Fear And Dread, And Having Once Turned Round Walks On, And Turns No More His Head; Because He Knows, A Frightful Fiend Doth Close Behind Him Tread.

For Mother's Sake The Child Was Dear, And Dearer Was The Mother For The Child.

Never Pursue Literature As A Trade.

Humor Is Consistent With Pathos, Whilst Wit Is Not.

There Is No Slight Danger From General Ignorance; And The Only Choice Which Providence Has Graciously Left To A Vicious Government Is Either To Fall By The People, If They Are Suffered To Become Enlightened, Or With Them, If They Are Kept Enslaved And Ignorant.