Burke Said There Were Three Estates In

Superstition! That Horrid Incubus Which Dwelt In Darkness, Shunning The Light, With All Its Racks, And Poison Chalices, And Foul Sleeping Draughts, Is Passing Away Without Return. Religion Cannot Pass Away. The Burning Of A Little Straw May Hide The Stars Of The Sky; But The Stars Are There And Will Reappear.

The Greatest Security Against Sin Is To Be Shocked At Its Presence.

It Is A Vain Hope To Make People Happy By Politics.

Money Will Buy Money's Worth; But The Thing Men Call Fame, What Is It?

The Mystical Bond Of Brotherhood Makes All Men Brothers.