Whose Fault Is It If Poor Ireland

He Who Says There Is No Such Thing As An Honest Man, You May Be Sure Is Himself A Knave.

The Same Principles Which At First View Lead To Skepticism, Pursued To A Certain Point, Bring Men Back To Common Sense.

For My Own Private Satisfaction, I Had Rather Be Master Of My Own Time Than Wear A Diadem.

Westward The Course Of Empire Takes Its Way; The Four First Acts Already Past, A Fifth Shall Close The Drama With The Day: Time's Noblest Offspring Is The Last.

If We Admit A Thing So Extraordinary As The Creation Of This World, It Should Seem That We Admit Something Strange, And Odd, And New To Human Apprehension, Beyond Any Other Miracle Whatsoever.