I Had Been Tricked Once By That

So Possible Is It For Us To Roll Ourselves Up In Wickedness, Till We Grow Invulnerable By Conscience; And That Sentinel, Once Dozed, Sleeps Fast, Not To Be Awakened While The Tide Of Pleasure Continues To Flow Or Till Something Dark And Dreadful Brings Us To Ourselves Again.

As Covetousness Is The Root Of All Evil, So Poverty Is The Worst Of All Snares.

All Men Would Be Tyrants If They Could.

Fear Of Danger Is Ten Thousand Times More Terrifying Than Danger Itself.

In The Course Of Our Lives, The Evil Which In Itself We Seek Most To Shun, And Which, When We Are Fallen Into, Is The Most Dreadful To Us, Is Oftentimes The Very Means Or Door Of Our Deliverance, By Which Alone We Can Be Raised Again From The Affliction We Are Fallen Into.