Our Cares Are The Mothers, Not Only

Stagnation Is Something Worse Than Death. It Is Corruption, Also.

Tears Are The Natural Penalties Of Pleasure. It Is A Law That We Should Pay For All That We Enjoy.

Ambition Is Frequently The Only Refuge Which Life Has Left To The Denied Or Mortified Affections. We Chide At The Grasping Eye, The Daring Wing, The Soul That Seems To Thirst For Sovereignty Only, And Know Not That The Flight Of This Ambitious Bird Has Been From A Bosom Or Home That Is Filled With Ashes.

The Dread Of Criticism Is The Death Of Genius.

The Wonder Is Not That The World Is So Easily Governed, But That So Small A Number Of Persons Will Suffice For The Purpose. There Are Dead Weights In Political And Legislative Bodies As In Clocks, And Hundreds Answer As Pulleys Who Would Never Do For Politicians.