The Siren Waits Thee, Singing Song For

We Fancy That Our Afflictions Are Sent Us Directly From Above; Sometimes We Think It In Piety And Contrition, But Oftener In Moroseness And Discontent.

We Listen To Those Whom We Know To Be Of The Same Opinion As Ourselves, And We Call Them Wise For Being Of It; But We Avoid Such As Differ From Us.

Great Men Always Pay Deference To Greater.

Falsehood Is For A Season.

There Is No Eloquence Which Does Not Agitate The Soul.