Commonsense Is The Wick Of The Candle.

Within, I Do Not Find Wrinkles And Used Heart, But Unspent Youth.

Nature Is Not Slow To Equip Us In The Prison-uniform Of The Party To Which We Adhere.

All Forms Of Government Symbolize An Immortal Government, Common To All Dynasties And Independent Of Numbers, Perfect Where Two Men Exist, Perfect Where There Is Only One Man.

Thought Is The Blossom; Language The Bud; Action The Fruit Behind It.

When A Resolute Young Fellow Steps Up To The Great Bully, The World, And Takes Him Boldly By The Beard, He Is Often Surprised To Find It Comes Off In His Hand, And That It Was Only Tied On To Scare Away The Timid Adventurers.