The Relief Of Enemies Has A Tendency

In All Political Regulations, Good Cannot Be Complete, It Can Only Be Predominant.

Men Who Stand In The Highest Ranks Of Society Seldom Hear Of Their Faults; If By Any Accident An Opprobrious Clamour Reaches Their Ears, Flattery Is Always At Hand To Pour In Her Opiates, To Quiet Conviction And Obtund Remorse.

The Process Is The Reality.

When I Was As You Are Now, Towering In The Confidence Of Twenty-one, Little Did I Suspect That I Should Be At Forty-nine, What I Now Am.

Paradise Lost Is A Book That, Once Put Down, Is Very Hard To Pick Up Again.