Wit Is The Flower Of The Imagination.

No Man Likes To Be Surpassed By Those Of This Own Level.

The Mind Sins, Not The Body; If There Is No Intention, There Is No Blame.

Fortune Blinds Men When She Does Not Wish Them To Withstand The Violence Of Her Onslaughts.

Under The Influence Of Fear, Which Always Leads Men To Take A Pessimistic View Of Things, They Magnified Their Enemies' Resources, And Minimized Their Own.

That Sense – The Only True Patriotism – Comes Slowly And Springs From The Heart: It Is Founded Upon Respect For The Family And Love For The Soil. Premature ‘liberty’ Of This Kind Would Have Been A Disaster: We Should Have Been Torn To Pieces By Petty Squabbles Before We Had Ever Reached Political Maturity, Which, As Things Were, As Made Possible By The Long Quiet Years Under Monarchical Government; For It Was That Government Which, As It Were, Nursed Our Strength And Enabled Us Ultimately To Produce Sound Fruit From Liberty, As Only A Politically Adult Nation Can.