He Who, In An Enlightened And Literary

History, Is Made Up Of The Bad Actions Of Extraordinary Men And Woman. All The Most Noted Destroyers And Deceivers Of Our Species, All The Founders Of Arbitrary Governments And False Religions Have Been Extraordinary People; And Nine Tenths Of The Calamities That Have Befallen The Human Race Had No Other Origin Than The Union Of High Intelligence With Low Desires.

Cut Off My Head, And Singular I Am, Cut Off My Tail, And Plural I Appear; Although My Middle's Left, There's Nothing There! What Is My Head Cut Off? A Sounding Sea; What Is My Tail Cut Off? A Rushing River; And In Their Mingling Depths I Fearless Play, Parent Of Sweetest Sounds, Yet Mute Forever.

Only Imagine A Man Acting For One Single Day On The Supposition That All His Neighbors Believe All That They Profess, And Act Up To All That They Believe!

Language, The Machine Of The Poet, Is Best Fitted For His Purpose In Its Rudest State. Nations, Like Individuals, First Perceive, And Then Abstract. They Advance From Particular Images To General Terms. Hence The Vocabulary Of An Enlightened Society Is Philosophical, That Of A Half-civilized People Is Poetical.

It Is Impossible For Us, With Our Limited Means, To Attempt To Educate The Body Of The People. We Must At Present Do Our Best To Form A Class Who May Be Interpreters Between Us And The Millions Whom We Govern.