The Measure Of Progress Of Civilization Is

The Public Is Wiser Than The Wisest Critic.

Where The People Possess No Authority, Their Rights Obtain No Respect.

The Friendship Between Me And You I Will Not Compare To A Chain; For That The Rains Might Rust, Or The Falling Tree Might Break.

Ennui Is The Desire Of Activity Without The Fit Means Of Gratifying The Desire.

The Charities Of Life Are Scattered Everywhere, Enameling The Vales Of Human Beings As The Flowers Paint The Meadows. They Are Not The Fruit Of Study, Nor The Privilege Of Refinement, But A Natural Instinct.