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Where The People Possess No Authority, Their Rights Obtain No Respect.

The Public Is Wiser Than The Wisest Critic.

If Hours Did Not Hang Heavy, What Would Become Of Scandal?

The Exact Measure Of The Progress Of Civilization Is The Degree In Which The Intelligence Of The Common Mind Has Prevailed Over Wealth And Brute Force.

The Friendship Between Me And You I Will Not Compare To A Chain; For That The Rains Might Rust, Or The Falling Tree Might Break.