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In Reading The History Of Nations, We Find That, Like Individuals, They Have Their Whims And Their Peculiarities, Their Seasons Of Excitement And Recklessness, When They Care Not What They Do. We Find That Whole Communities Suddenly Fix Their Minds Upon One Object And Go Mad In Its Pursuit; That Millions Of People Become Simultaneously Impressed With One Delusion, And Run After It, Till Their Attention Is Caught By Some New Folly More Captivating Than The First.

Some Love To Roam O'er The Dark Sea's Foam, Where The Shrill Winds Whistle Free.

If Happy I And Wretched He, Perhaps The King Would Change With Me.

He Who Has Mingled In The Fray Of Duty That The Brave Endure, Must Have Made Foes. If You Have None, Small Is The Work That You Have Done.

An Arrow May Fly Through The Air And Leave No Trace; But An Ill Thought Leaves A Trail Like A Serpent.