A Man May Write At Any Time,

Our Supple Tribes Repress Their Patriot Throats, And Ask No Questions But The Price Of Votes.

...it Will Not Always Happen That The Success Of A Poet Is Proportionate To His Labor.

Language Is The Dress Of Thought; Every Time You Talk Your Mind Is On Parade.

The Peculiar Doctrine Of Christianity Is That Of A Universal Sacrifice And Perpetual Propitiation.

It Is Commonly Observed, That When Two Englishmen Meet, Their First Talk Is Of The Weather; They Are In Haste To Tell Each Other, What Each Must Already Know, That It Is Hot Or Cold, Bright Or Cloudy, Windy Or Calm.