Our Greatest Evils Flow From Ourselves.

Love, Known To The Person By Whom It Is Inspired, Becomes More Bearable.

There Is Peace In Dungeons, But Is That Enough To Make Dungeons Desirable?

A Child Who Passes Through Many Hands In Turn, Can Never Be Well Brought Up. At Every Change He Makes A Secret Comparison, Which Continually Tends To Lessen His Respect For Those Who Control Him, And With It Their Authority Over Him. If Once He Thinks There Are Grown-up People With No More Sense Than Children The Authority Of Age Is Destroyed And His Education Is Ruined.

The English People Believes Itself To Be Free; It Is Gravely Mistaken; It Is Free Only During Election Of Members Of Parliament; As Soon As The Members Are Elected, The People Is Enslaved; It Is Nothing. In The Brief Moment Of Its Freedom, The English People Makes Such A Use Of That Freedom That It Deserves To Lose It.

We Are Reduced To Asking Others What We Are. We Never Dare To Ask Ourselves.