It Is The Nature Of All Greatness

A Populace Never Rebels From Passion For Attack, But From Impatience Of Suffering.

Never Despair, But If You Do, Work On In Despair.

When You Find Me Attempting To Break Into Your House To Take Your Plate, Under Any Pretence Whatsoever, But Most Of All Under Pretence Of Purity Of Religion And Christian Charity Shoot Me For A Robber And A Hypocrite, As In That Case I Shall Certainly Be.

Between Craft And Credulity, The Voice Of Reason Is Stifled.

Too Much Idleness, I Have Observed, Fills Up A Man's Time More Completely And Leaves Him Less His Own Master, Than Any Sort Of Employment Whatsoever