Happiness Is Not Perfected Until It Is

The Mob Is A Sort Of Bear; While Your Ring Is Through Its Nose, It Will Even Dance Under Your Cudgel; But Should The Ring Slip, And You Lose Your Hold, The Brute Will Turn And Rend You.

Guilt Is A Spiritual Rubicon.

In His Fairy Dreams Of War [thaddeus] Always Made Conquest The Sure End Of His Battles.

The Only Impregnable Citadel Of Virtue Is Religion; For There Is No Bulwark Of Mere Morality, Which Some Temptation May Not Overtop Or Undermine, And Destroy.

Goodness Is Equally Hateful To The Wicked, As Vice Is To The Virtuous.