Votes Should Be Weighed Not Counted.

To Be Man's Tender Mate Was Woman Born, And In Obeying Nature She Best Serves The Purposes Of Heaven.

Peace Is Rarely Denied To The Peaceful.

Day's Lustrous Eyes Grow Heavy In Sweet Death.

Folly, Thou Conquerest, And I Must Yield! Against Stupidity The Very Gods Themselves Contend In Vain. Exalted Reason, Resplendent Daughter Of The Head Divine, Wise Foundress Of The System Of The World, Guide Of The Stars, Who Are Thou Then, If Thou, Bound To The Tail Of Folly's Uncurb'd Steed, Must, Vainly Shrieking, With The Drunken Crowd, Eyes Open, Plunge Down Headlong In The Abyss.

It Hinders The Creative Work Of The Mind If The Intellect Examines Too Closely The Ideas As They Pour In.