You And I Were Long Friends: You

Perhaps The History Of The Errors Of Mankind, All Things Considered, Is More Valuable And Interesting Than That Of Their Discoveries. Truth Is Uniform And Narrow; It Constantly Exists, And Does Not Seem To Require So Much An Active Energy, As A Passive Aptitude Of The Soul In Order To Encounter It. But Error Is Endlessly Diversified; It Has No Reality, But Is The Pure And Simple Creation Of The Mind That Invents It. In This Field The Soul Has Room Enough To Expand Herself, To Display All Her Boundless Faculties, And All Her Beautiful And Interesting Extravagancies And Absurdities.

He That Drinks His Cyder Alone, Let Him Catch His Horse Alone.

He Is Not Well Bred, That Cannot Bear Ill Breeding In Others

History Affords Us Many Instances Of The Ruin Of States, By The Prosecution Of Measures Ill Suited To The Temper And Genius Of Their People. The Ordaining Of Laws In Favor Of One Part Of The Nation, To The Prejudice And Oppression Of Another, Is Certainly The Most Erroneous And Mistaken Policy. ... These Measures Never Fail To Create Great And Violent Jealousies And Animosities Between The People Favored And The People Oppressed; Whence A Total Separation Of Affections, Interests, Political Obligations, And All Manner Of Connections, By Which The Whole State Is Weakened.

Dangerous, Therefore, Is It To Take Shelter Under A Tree, During A Thunder-gust. It Has Been Fatal To Many, Both Men And Beasts.