Democracy Is Morose, And Runs To Anarchy.

In Vain Produced, All Rays Return; Evil Will Bless, And Ice Will Burn.

You Cannot Institute, Without Peril Of Charlatanism.

Every Opinion Reacts On Him Who Utters It.

To Be Able To Discern That What Is True Is True, And That What Is False Is False,--this Is The Mark And Character Of Intelligence.

For The World Was Built In Order Around The Atoms March In Tune; Rhyme The Pipe, And Time The Warder, The Sun Obeys Them, And The Moon.