The Laws Keep Up Their Credit, Not

A Man Must Not Always Tell All, For That Be Folly; But What A Man Says Should Be What He Thinks.

We Imagine Much More Appropriately An Artisan On His Toilet Seat Or On His Wife Than A Great President, Venerable By His Demeanorand His Ability. It Seems To Us That They Do Not Stoop From Their Lofty Thrones Even To Live.

He Who Falls Obstinate In His Courage, If He Falls He Fights From His Knees.

I Love A Friendship That Flatters Itself In The Sharpness And Vigor Of Its Communications.

Custom Is A Violent And Treacherous School Mistress. She, By Little And Lithe, Slyly And Unperceived, Slips In The Foot Of Her Authority; But Having By This Gentle And Humble Beginning, With The Benefit Of Time, Fixed And Established It, She Then Unmasks A Furious And Tyrannic Countenance, Against Which We Have No More The Courage Or The Power So Much As To Lift Up Our Eyes.