Nothing Renders A Nation So

There Is No Class Of People So Hard To Manage In A State, As Those Whose Intentions Are Honest, But Whose Consciences Are Bewitched.

Paradise Is A Center Whither The Souls Of All Men Are Proceeding, Each Sect In Its Particular Road.

Love Is The Idler's Occupation, The Warrior's Relaxation, And The Sovereign's Ruination.

It Is Rare That A Legislature Reasons. It Is Too Quickly Impassioned.

The Public Spirit Is In The Hands Of The Man Who Knows How To Make Use Of It.