The Laws Of Man May

A Barbarian Who Could Not Write A Sentence Of Grammar And Hardly Could Spell His Own Name.... One Of Our Tribe Of Great Men Who Turn Disease To Commodity...he Craves The Sympathy For Sickness As A Portion Of His Glory.

I Want The Seals Of Power And Place, The Ensigns Of Command, Charged By The People's Unbought Grace, To Rule My Native Land. Nor Crown, Nor Scepter Would I Ask But From My Country's Will, By Day, By Night, To Ply The Task Her Cup Of Bliss To Fill.

A Man's Diary Is A Record In Youth Of His Sentiments, In Middle Age Of His Actions, In Old Age Of His Reflections.

Our Constitution Rests On The Good Sense And The Respect Of The American People.

It Has Been My Custom For Many Years To Read The Bible In Its Entirety Once A Year