The Dagger Plunged In The Name Of

A Selfish Man Is A Thief.

Like Bones To The Human Body, The Axle To The Wheel, The Wing To The Bird, And The Air To The Wing, So Is Liberty The Essence Of Life. Whatever Is Done Without It Is Imperfect.

A Grain Of Poetry Suffices To Season A Century.

Fortunately, There Is A Sane Equilibrium In The Character Of Nations, As There Is In That Of Men.

Others Go To Bed With Their Mistresses; I With My Ideas.