A Field Of Glory Is A Field

Go, Wiser Thou! And In Thy Scale Of Sense Weigh Thy Opinion Against Providence.

There Is But One Way I Know Of Conversing Safely With All Men; That Is, Not By Concealing What We Say Or Do, But By Saying Or Doing Nothing That Deserves To Be Concealed.

Superstition Is The Spleen Of The Soul.

Man Never Thinks Himself Happy, But When He Enjoys Those Things Which Others Want Or Desire.

Still When The Lust Of Tyrant Power Succeeds, Some Athens Perishes, Or Some Tully Bleeds.