As Freedom Is The Only

Oh, Wherefore Come Ye Forth In Triumph From The North, With Your Hands, And Your Feet, And Your Raiment All Red? And Wherefore Doth Your Rout Send Forth A Joyous Shout? And Whence Be The Grapes Of The Wine-press Which Ye Tread?

I Wish I Was As Sure Of Anything As He Is Of Everything.

There Is Surely No Contradiction In Saying That A Certain Section Of The Community May Be Quite Competent To Protect The Persons And Property Of The Rest, Yet Quite Unfit To Direct Our Opinions, Or To Superintend Our Private Habits.

What Proposition Is There Respecting Human Nature Which Is Absolutely And Universally True? We Know Of Only One,--and That Is Not Only True, But Identical,--that Men Always Act From Self-interest.

Parent Of Sweetest Sounds, Yet Mute Forever.