An Idea, In The Highest Sense Of

Joy Rises In Me, Like A Summer's Morn.

History Has A Point Of View; It Cannot Be All Things To All People.

My Case Is A Species Of Madness, Only That It Is A Derangement Of The Volition, And Not Of The Intellectual Faculties.

As There Is Much Beast And Some Devil In Man, So Is There Some Angel And Some God In Him. The Beast And The Devil May Be Conquered, But In This Life Never Destroyed.

There Is No Slight Danger From General Ignorance; And The Only Choice Which Providence Has Graciously Left To A Vicious Government Is Either To Fall By The People, If They Are Suffered To Become Enlightened, Or With Them, If They Are Kept Enslaved And Ignorant.