Power Is The First Good.

Good Poetry Could Not Have Been Otherwise Written Than It Is. The First Time You Hear It, It Sounds Rather As If Copied Out Of Some Invisible Tablet In The Eternal Mind Than As If Arbitrarily Composed By The Poet.

It Is Very Odd That Nature Should Be So Unscrupulous. She Is No Saint . . .

People Do Not Seem To Realize That Their Opinion Of The World Is Also A Confession Of Character.

Fear, Craft And Avarice Cannot Rear A State.

Begin And Proceed On A Settled Conviction That But Little Is Permitted To Any Man To Do Or To Know, And If He Complies With The First Grand Laws, He Shall Do Well.