All Political Parties Die At

The Dumpling-eaters Are A Race Sprung Partly From The Old Epicurean And Partly From The Peripatetic Sect; They Were First Brought Into Britain By Julius Caesar; And Finding It A Land Of Plenty, They Wisely Resolved Never To Go Home Again.

It Is Surprising To See What Superficial, Inconsequential Reasonings Satisfy The Most Part Of Mankind. A Piece Of Wit, A Jest, A Simile, Or A Quotation Of An Author, Passes For A Mighty Argument.... This Weakness And Effeminacy Of Mankind In Being Persuaded Where They Are Delighted, Have Made Them The Sport Of Orators, Poets, And Men Of Wit.

Among The Innumerable Footsteps Of Divine Providence To Be Found In The Works Of Nature, There Is A Very Remarkable One To Be Observed In The Exact Balance That Is Maintained, Between The Numbers Of Men And Women; For By This Means It Is Provided, That The Species May Never Fail, Nor Perish, Since Every Male May Have Its Female, And Of A Proportionable Age.

All The Politics In The World Are Nothing Else But A Kind Of Analysis Of The Quantity Of Probability In Casual Events, And A Good Politician Signifies No More But One Who Is Dexterous At Such Calculations.

Law Is A Bottomless-pit, It Is A Cormorant, A Harpy, That Devours Every Thing.