Nothing Is More Graceful Than Habitual Cheerfulness.

People Of The Same Trade Seldom Meet Together, Even For Merriment And Diversion, But The Conversation Ends In A Conspiracy Against The Public, Or In Some Contrivance To Raise Prices. It Is Impossible Indeed To Prevent Such Meetings, By Any Law Which Either Could Be Executed, Or Would Be Consistent With Liberty Or Justice. But Though The Law Cannot Hinder People Of The Same Trade From Sometimes Assembling Together, It Ought To Do Nothing To Facilitate Such Assemblies; Much Less To Render Them Necessary.

We Rarely Hear, It Has Been Said, Of The Combinations [that Is, Unions Or Colluding Organizations] Of Masters, Though Frequently Of Those Of Workmen. But Whoever Imagines, Upon This Account, That Masters Rarely Combine, Is As Ignorant Of The World As Of The Subject. Masters Are Always And Everywhere In A Sort Of Tacit, But Constant And Uniform Combination, Not To Raise The Wages Of Labor Above Their Actual Price.

Defense Is Superior To Opulence.

Though The Principles Of The Banking Trade May Appear Somewhat Abstruse, The Practice Is Capable Of Being Reduced To Strict Rules. To Depart Upon Any Occasion From Those Rules, Is Consequence Of Some Flattering Speculation Of Extraordinary Gain, Is Almost Always Extremely Dangerous, And Frequently Fatal To The Banking Company Which Attempts It.

Though Our Brother Is Upon The Rack, As Long As We Ourselves Are At Ease, Our Senses Will Never Inform Us Of What He Suffers. They Never Did And Never Can Carry Us Beyond Our Own Persons, And It Is By The Imagination Only That We Form Any Conception Of What Are His Sensations...his Agonies, When They Are Thus Brought Home To Ourselves, When We Have This Adopted And Made Them Our Own, Begin At Last To Affect Us, And We Then Tremble And Shudder At The Thought Of What He Feels.