Modesty And Dew Love The Shade.

The Impartiality Of History Is Not That Of The Mirror, Which Merely Reflects Objects, But Of The Judge, Who Sees, Listens, And Decides.

What Mortal Is There, Over Whose First Joys And Happiness Does Not Break Some Storm, Dispelling With Its Icy Breath His Fanciful Illusions, And Shattering His Altar?

Private Passions Tire And Exhaust Themselves, Public Ones Never.

Argument Should Be Polite As Well As Logical.

Civil Wars Leave Nothing But Tombs.