Fear Makes Us Feel Our Humanity.

Silence Is The Mother Of Truth.

Great Revolutions, Whatever May Be Their Causes, Are Not Lightly Commenced, And Are Not Concluded With Precipitation.

The Affections Are The Children Of Ignorance; When The Horizon Of Our Experience Expands, And Models Multiply, Love And Admiration Imperceptibly Vanish.

The Noble Lord Is The Rupert Of Debate.

I Will Not Go Down To Posterity Talking Bad Grammar.