Truth Is The Cry Of All, But

It Is Impossible That A Man Who Is False To His Friends And Neighbours Should Be True To The Public.

Whose Fault Is It If Poor Ireland Still Continues Poor?

Doth The Reality Of Sensible Things Consist In Being Perceived? Or, Is It Something Distinct From Their Being Perceived, And That Bears No Relation To The Mind?

And What Are These Fluxions? The Velocities Of Evanescent Increments. And What Are These Same Evanescent Increments? They Are Neither Finite Quantities, Nor Quantities Infinitely Small, Nor Yet Nothing. May We Not Call Them The Ghosts Of Departed Quantities...?

We Have First Raised A Dust And Then Complain We Cannot See.