The Love Of Liberty Is The Love

We Can Bear To Be Deprived Of Everything But Our Self-conceit.

The Last Sort I Shall Mention Are Verbal Critics - Mere Word-catchers, Fellows That Pick Out A Word In A Sentence And A Sentence In A Volume, And Tell You It Is Wrong. The Title Of Ultra-crepidarian Critics Has Been Given To A Variety Of This Species.

Every One In A Crowd Has The Power To Throw Dirt; None Out Of Ten Have The Inclination.

Conceit Is Vanity Driven From All Other Shifts, And Forced To Appeal To Itself For Admiration.

We Do Not Attend To The Advice Of The Sage And Experienced Because We Think They Are Old, Forgetting That They Once Were Young And Placed In The Same Situations As Ourselves.