With Words We Govern Men.

A Nation Has A Fixed Quantity Of Invention, And It Will Make Itself Felt.

Though I Sit Down Now, The Time Will Come Whenyou Will Hear Me.

The Canter Is A Cure For Every Evil.

Were It Not For Music, We Might In These Days Say, The Beautiful Is Dead.

The Continent Will Not Suffer England To Be The Workshop Of The World.