Let The Welfare Of The People Be

Nature Loves Nothing Solitary, And Always Reaches Out To Something, As A Support, Which Ever In The Sincerest Friend Is Most Delightful.

Who Doesn't Know That The First Law Of History Is Not To Dare To Say Anything False, And The Second Is Not To Refrain From Saying Anything True?

In Fact The Whole Passion Ordinarily Termed Love (and Heaven Help Me If I Can Think Of Any Other Term To Apply To It) Is Of Such Exceeding Triviality That I See Nothing That I Think Comparable With It.

Democritus Maintains That There Can Be No Great Poet Without A Spite Of Madness.

Our Country Is Wherever We Are Well Off. [lat., Patria Est, Ubicunque Est Bene.]