When He Is Wounded, I Bleed. {page

You Cannot Know, Should I Discribe To You; The Feelings Of A Parent . . . . Four Years Have Already Past Away Since You Left Your Native Land, And This Rural Cottage-humble Indeed, When Compared To The Palaces You Have Visited, And The Pomp You Have Been Witness To. But I Dare Say You Have Not Been So Inattentive An Observer, As To Suppose That Sweet Peace, And Contentment, Cannot Inhabit The Lowly Roof, And Bless The Tranquil Inhabitants, Equally Guarded And Protected, In Person And Property, In This Happy Country, As Those Who Reside In The Most Elegant And Costly Dwellings.

When He Is Wounded, I Bleed. {page 262 Of John Adams}

Wisdom And Penetration Are The Fruit Of Experience, Not The Lessons Of Retirement And Leisure. Great Necessities Call Out Great Virtues.

If We Expect To Inherit The Blessings Of Our Fathers, We Should Return A Little More To Their Primitive Simplicity Of Manners.

I Feel Anxious For The Fate Of Our Monarchy, Or Democracy, Or Whatever Is To Take Place. I Soon Get Lost In A Labyrinth Of Perplexities; But, Whatever Occurs, May Justice And Righteousness Be The Stability Of Our Times, And Order Arise Out Of Confusion. Great Difficulties May Be Surmounted By Patience And Perseverance.