For There Are Strong Grounds For Thinking

Even The Recognition Of An Individual Whom We See Every Day Is Only Possible As The Result Of An Abstract Idea Of Him Formed By Generalization From His Appearances In The Past.

The Temple Of The Sylvan Goddess, Indeed, Has Vanished, And The King Of The Wood No Longer Stands Sentinel Over The Golden Bough.

But Once A Fool Always A Fool, And The Greater The Power In His Hands The More Disastrous Is Likely To Be The Use He Makes Of It. The Heaviest Calamity In English History, The Breach With America, Might Never Have Occurred If George The Third Had Not Been An Honest Dullard.

Yet Perhaps No Sacrifice Is Wholly Useless Which Proves There Are Men Who Prefer Honour To Life.

The Old Notion That The Savage Is The Freest Of Mankind Is The Reverse Of The Truth. He Is A Slave, Not Indeed To A Visible Master, But To The Past, To The Spirits Of His Dead Forefathers, Who Haunt His Steps From Birth To Death, And Rule Him With A Rod Of Iron.