Fear Is The Passion Of Slaves.

There Is A Just God Who Presides Over The Destinies Of Nations, And Who Will Raise Up Friends To Fight Our Battles For Us.

We Have Not Yet Begun To Fight.

It Is The Business Of A Virtuous Clergyman To Censure Vice In Every Appearance Of It.

It Is Natural To Man To Indulge In The Illusion Of Hope. We Are Apt To Shut Our Eyes Against A Painful Truth, Till She Transforms Us Into Beasts.

O Sir, We Should Have Fine Times, Indeed, If, To Punish Tyrants, It Were Only Sufficient To Assemble The People! Your Arms, Wherewith You Could Defend Yourselves, Are Gone; And You Have No Longer An Aristocratical, No Longer A Democratical Spirit. Did You Ever Read Of Any Revolution In A Nation, Brought About By The Punishment Of Those In Power, Inflicted By Those Who Had No Power At All?