How Shall I Lose The Sin, Yet

An Obstinate Person Does Not Hold Opinions; They Hold Them.

Virtue, I Grant You, Is An Empty Boast; But Shall The Dignity Of Vice Be Lost?

I Find Myself Hoping A Total End Of All The Unhappy Divisions Of Mankind By Party-spirit, Which At Best Is But The Madness Of Many For The Gain Of A Few.

When We Are Young, We Are Slavishly Employed In Procuring Something Whereby We May Live Comfortably When We Grow Old; And When We Are Old, We Perceive It Is Too Late To Live As We Proposed.

A Brave Man Struggling In The Storms Of Fate, And Greatly Falling With A Falling State.