Old Religious Factions Are Volcanoes Burnt Out.

If We Owned The Property, We Will Be Free And Prosperous. If So They Regain Control, We Will Become Poor

I Would Rather Sleep In The Southern Corner Of A Little Country Churchyard Than In The Tomb Of The Capulets.

Men Have No Right To Put The Well-being Of The Present Generation Wholly Out Of The Question. Perhaps The Only Moral Trust With Any Certainty In Our Hands Is The Care Of Our Own Time.

The Grand Instructor, Time.

A Populace Never Rebels From Passion For Attack, But From Impatience Of Suffering.