In Such A Strait The Wisest May

Custom Reconciles Us To Everything.

Good Order Is The Foundation Of All Things.

We Must Soften Into A Credulity Below The Milkiness Of Infancy To Think All Men Virtuous. We Must Be Tainted With A Malignity Truly Diabolical, To Believe All The World To Be Equally Wicked And Corrupt.

Whilst Shame Keeps Its Watch, Virtue Is Not Wholly Extinguished In The Heart; Nor Will Moderation Be Utterly Exiled From The Minds Of Tyrants.

What Ever Disunites Man From God, Also Disunites Man From Man.