I Must Lay Down The Law As

Frenchmen Are Like Gunpowder, Each By Itself Smutty And Contemptible, But Mass Them Together And They Are Terrible Indeed!

Remorse Is As The Heart In Which It Grows; If That Be Gentle, It Drops Balmy Dews Of True Repentance; But If Proud And Gloomy, It Is The Poison Tree, That Pierced To The Inmost, Weeps Only Tears Of Poison.

The Necessity For External Government To Man Is In An Inverse Ratio To The Vigor Of His Self-government. Where The Last Is Most Complete, The First Is Least Wanted. Hence, The More Virtue The More Liberty.

How Inimitably Graceful Children Are In General-before They Learn To Dance.

Milton Has Carefully Marked In His Satan The Intense Selfishness, The Alcohol Of Egotism, Which Would Rather Reign In Hell Than Serve In Heaven.