Be Shocking, Be Daring, Be Bold, Be

But The Most Annoying Of All Public Reformers Is The Personal Satirist. Though He May Be Considered By Some Few As A Useful Member Of Society, Yet He Is Only Ranked With The Hangman, Whom We Tolerate Because He Executes The Judgment We Abhor To Do Ourselves, And Avoid With A Natural Detestation Of His Office. The Pen Of The One And The Cord Of The Other Are Inseparable In Our Minds.

None Are Fit Judges Of Greatness But Those Who Are Capable Of It.

True Virtue, When She Errs, Needs Not The Eyes Of Men To Excite Her Blushes; She Is Confounded At Her Own Presence, And Covered With Confusion Of Face.

However You Disguise Slavery, It Is Slavery Still. Its Chains, Though Wreathed With Roses, Not Only Fasten On The Body But Rivet On The Mind.

The Platform Or The Altar Of Love May Be Analyzed And Explained; It Is Constructed Of Virtue, Beauty, And Affection. Such Is The Pyre, Such Is The Offering; But The Ethereal Spark Must Come From Heaven, That Lights The Sacrifice.