He, Who Can Create, Abhors Destruction.

Life Is Too Short To Spare An Hour Of It In The Indulgence Of This Evil Passion.

Assassination Makes Only Martyrs, Not Converts.

The Greatness Of A Popular Character Is Less According To The Ratio Of His Genius Than The Sympathy He Shows With The Prejudices And Even The Absurdities Of His Time. Fanatics Do Not Select The Cleverest But The Most Fanatical Leaders As Was Evidenced In The Choice Of Robespierre By The French Jacobins, And In That Of Cromwell By The English Puritans.

The People Only Understand What They Can Feel; The Only Orators That Can Affect Them Are Those Who Move Them.

After His Blood, That Which A Man Can Next Give Out Of Himself Is A Tear.