My Eyes Make Pictures When

There Are Errors Which No Wise Man Will Treat With Rudeness While There Is A Probability That They May Be The Refraction Of Some Great Truth Still Below The Horizon.

Every Reform, However Necessary, Will By Weak Minds Be Carried To An Excess, That Itself Will Need Reforming.

About, About, In Reel And Rout The Death Fires Danced At Night.

If Men Could Learn From History, What Lessons It Might Teach Us. But Passion And Party Blind Our Eyes, And The Light Which Experience Gives Us Is A Lantern On The Stern, Which Shines Only On The Waves Behind Us.

The Worth And Value Of Knowledge Is In Proportion To The Worth And Value Of Its Object.