Those Who Think Must Govern Those That

It Is Not Easy To Recover An Art When Once Lost.

Them That Asks No Questions Isn't Told A Lie.

A Volcano May Be Considered As A Cannon Of Immense Size.

As Some Tall Cliff That Lifts Its Awful Form, Swells From The Vale, And Midway Leaves The Storm,- Though Round Its Breast The Rolling Clouds Are Spread, Eternal Sunshine Settles On Its Head.

I Find You Want Me To Furnish You With Argument And Intellects Too. No, Sir, These, I Protest You, Are Too Hard For Me.