The Man Who Thinks He Knows Does

We Hold Death, Poverty, And Grief For Our Principal Enemies; But This Death, Which Some Repute The Most Dreadful Of All Dreadful Things, Who Does Not Know That Others Call It The Only Secure Harbor From The Storm And Tempests Of Life, The Sovereign Good Of Nature, The Sole Support Of Liberty, And The Common And Sudden Remedy Of All Evils?

All General Judgments Are Loose And Imperfect

Virtue Rejects Facility To Be Her Companion. She Requires A Craggy, Rough And Thorny Way.

Eloquence Is An Engine Invented To Manage And Wield At Will The Fierce Democracy, And, Like Medicine To The Sick, Is Only Employed In The Paroxysms Of A Disordered State.

One Should Be Ever Booted And Spurred And Ready To Depart.