We Are Born Believing. A

We Are A Puny And Fickle Folk. Avarice, Hesitation, And Following Are Our Diseases.

No Man Can Have Society Upon His Own Terms.

We Are Sure That, Though We Know Not How, Necessity Does Comport With Liberty, The Individual With The World, My Polarity With Thespirit Of The Times. The Riddle Of The Age Has For Each A Private Solution.

A Great Licentiousness Treads On The Heels Of A Reformation.

Nothing Can Work Damage To Me Except Myself; The Harm That I Sustain I Carry About With Me And Never Am A Real Sufferer Except By My Own Fault.