You Know How To Vanquish, Hannibal, But

There Is An Old Saying Which, From Its Truth, Has Become Proverbial, That Friendships Should Be Immortal, Enmities Mortal.

Adversity Makes Men Remember God.

In Difficult And Desperate Cases, The Boldest Counsels Are The Safest.

The Old Romans All Wished To Have A King Over Them Because They Had Not Yet Tasted The Sweetness Of Freedom.

That Sense – The Only True Patriotism – Comes Slowly And Springs From The Heart: It Is Founded Upon Respect For The Family And Love For The Soil. Premature ‘liberty’ Of This Kind Would Have Been A Disaster: We Should Have Been Torn To Pieces By Petty Squabbles Before We Had Ever Reached Political Maturity, Which, As Things Were, As Made Possible By The Long Quiet Years Under Monarchical Government; For It Was That Government Which, As It Were, Nursed Our Strength And Enabled Us Ultimately To Produce Sound Fruit From Liberty, As Only A Politically Adult Nation Can.