Adhesion To One Idea Is

Silence, When Nothing Need Be Said, Is The Eloquence Of Discretion.

Sorrow Is Never More Sorrowful Than When It Jests At Its Own Misery.

Melancholy Sees The Worst Of Things...[rather Than The Best]

Out Of Politics Comes More Uproar Than Progress. It Is Indeed Surprising How Little, Comparatively, This Noisy Department Of Human Affairs Contributes To The World's Prosperity. Political Commotions Upon The Grandest Scale, Political Events Of Astounding Suddenness, Political Characters Of The Greatest Ability, Abound, But Still, Permanent Results Are Rare, And We Look In Vain For A Measure Of Public Good Corresponding In Extent To The Hideous Rout Which Ushers It In. Progress But Turns Upon Its Pillow, And Goes To Sleep Again.

Give Me The Character And I Will Forecast The Event.