You Never Know What You Can Do

He Who Writes Badly Thinks Badly

I View Tea Drinking As A Destroyer Of Health, An Enfeebler Of The Frame, An En-genderer Of Effeminancy And Laziness, A Debaucher Of Youth And Maker Of Misery For Old Age. Thus He Makes That Miserable Progress Towards That Death Which He Finds Ten Or Fifteen Years Sooner Than He Would Have Found It If He Had Made His Wife Brew Beer Instead Of Making Tea.

All My Plans In Private Life; All My Pursuits; All My Designs, Wishes, And Thoughts, Have This One Great Object In View: The Overthrow Of The Ruffian Boroughmongers. If I Write Grammars; If I Write On Agriculture; If I Sow, Plant, Or Deal In Seeds; Whatever I Do Has First In View The Destruction Of Those Infamous Tyrants.

A Couple Of Flitches Of Bacon Are Worth Fifty Thousand Methodist Sermons And Religious Tracts. They Are Great Softeners Of Temper And Promoters Of Domestic Harmony.

I Set Out As A Sort Of Self-dependent Politician. My Opinions Were My Own. I Dashed At All Prejudices. I Scorned To Follow Anybodyin Matter Of Opinion.... All Were, Therefore, Offended At My Presumption, As They Deemed It.