What Is Called A Republic, Is Not

There Is Something In Meanness Which Excites A Species Of Resentment That Never Subsides, And Something In Cruelty Which Stirs Up The Heart To The Highest Agony Of Human Hatred.

The Abilities Of Man Must Fall Short On One Side Or The Other, Like Too Scanty A Blanket When You Are Abed. If You Pull It Upon Your Shoulders, Your Feet Are Left Bare; If You Thrust It Down To Your Feet, Your Shoulders Are Uncovered.

We Can Only Reason From What Is; We Can Reason On Actualities, But Not On Possibilities.

I Disbelieve All Holy Men And Holy Books.

There Is No Greater Tyranny Than That Of The Dead Over The Living.