He Who Writes Badly Thinks Badly

I Cannot... Perceive Any Ground For Hoping That Any Practical Good Would, While The Funding System Exists In Its Present Extent, Result From The Adoption Of Any Of Those Projects, Which Have Professed To Have In View What Is Called Parliamentary Reform... When The Funding System, From Whatever Cause, Shall Cease To Operate Upon Civil And Political Liberty, There Will Be No Need Of Projects For Parliamentary Reform. The Parliament Will, As Far As Shall Be Necessary, Then Reform Itself.

The Smallness Of Our Desires May Contribute Reasonably To Our Wealth.

The Very Hirelings Of The Press, Whose Trade It Is To Buoy Up The Spirits Of The People... Have Uttered Falsehoods So Long, They Have Played Off So Many Tricks, That Their Budget Seems, At Last, To Be Quite Empty.

Having Still In My Recollection So Many Excellent Men, To Whose Grandfathers, Upon The Same Spots, My Grandfather Had Yielded Cheerful Obedience And Reverence, It Is Not Without Sincere Sorrow That I Have Beheld Many Of The Sons Of These Men Driven From Their Fathers' Mansions, Or Holding Them As Little Better Than Tenants Or Stewards, While The Swarms Of Placemen, Pensioners, Contractors, And Nabobs... Have Usurped A Large Part Of The Soil.

It Is No Small Mischief To A Boy, That Many Of The Best Years Of His Life Should Be Devoted To The Learning Of What Can Never Be Of Any Real Use To Any Human Being. His Mind Is Necessarily Rendered Frivolous And Superficial By The Long Habit Of Attaching Importance To Words Instead Of Things; To Sound Instead Of Sense.