Nothing Is More Unpleasant Than A Virtuous

The Mystic Reverence, The Religious Allegiance, Which Are Essential To A True Monarchy, Are Imaginative Sentiments That No Legislature Can Manufacture In Any People.

We Think Of Euclid As Of Fine Ice; We Admire Newton As We Admire The Peak Of Teneriffe. Even The Intensest Labors, The Most Remote Triumphs Of The Abstract Intellect, Seem To Carry Us Into A Region Different From Our Own-to Be In A Terra Incognita Of Pure Reasoning, To Cast A Chill On Human Glory.

The Cardinal Maxim Is, That Any Aid To A Present Bad Bank Is The Surest Mode Of Preventing The Establishment Of A Future Good Bank.

Nothing Is More Unpleasant Than A Virtuous Person With A Mean Mind.

The Apparent Rulers Of The English Nation Are Like The Most Imposing Personages Of The A Splendid Procession; It Is By Them That The Mob Are Influenced; It Is They Who The Inspectors Cheer. The Real Rulers Are Secreted In Second Hand Carriages; No One Cares For Them Or Asks About Them, But They Are Obeyed Implicitly And Unconsciously By Reason Of The Splendour Of Those Who Eclipsed And Preceded Them.