Wherever There Is Great Property, There Is

Man, An Animal That Makes Bargains.

The Man Whose Whole Life Is Spent In Performing A Few Simple Operations, Of Which The Effects Are Perhaps Always The Same, Or Very Nearly The Same, Has No Occasion To Exert His Understanding Or To Exercise His Invention In Finding Out Expedients For Removing Difficulties Which Never Occur. He Naturally Loses, Therefore, The Habit Of Such Exertion, And Generally Becomes As Stupid And Ignorant As It Is Possible For A Human Creature To Become.

The Mob, When They Are Gazing At A Dancer On The Slack Rope, Naturally Writhe And Twist And Balance Their Own Bodies, As They See Him Do.

A Merchant, It Has Been Said Very Properly, Is Not Necessarily The Citizen Of Any Particular Country.

The Tolls For The Maintenance Of A High Road, Cannot With Any Safety Be Made The Property Of Private Persons.