Thought Is The Blossom; Language

To Be A Man Is To Be A Nonconformist.

Sorrow Makes Us All Children Again.

We Are Always Getting Ready To Live But Never Living.

Under The Dominion Of An Idea, Which Possesses The Minds Of Multitudes, As Civil Freedom, Or The Religious Sentiment, The Power Ofpersons Are No Longer Subjects Of Calculation. A Nation Of Men Unanimously Bent On Freedom, Or Conquest, Can Easily Confound The Arithmetic Of Statists, And Achieve Extravagant Actions, Out Of All Proportion To Their Means; As, The Greeks, The Saracens, The Swiss, The Americans, And The French Have Done.

We Resent All Criticism Which Denies Us Anything That Lies In Our Line Of Advance.