My Political Curiosity, Exclusive Of My Anxious

Implements Of War And Subjugation Are The Last Arguments To Which Kings Resort.

The Battle Is Not To The Strong Alone. It Is To The Vigilant, The Active, And The Brave. A Small, Disciplined Militia Can Not Only Hold Out Against A Larger Force, But Drive It Back, Because What They're Fighting For Rightfully Belongs To Them.

Guard With Jealous Attention The Public Liberty. Suspect Everyone Who Approaches That Jewel. Unfortunately, Nothing Will Preserve It But Downright Force. Whenever You Give Up That Force, You Are Inevitably Ruined.

Amongst Other Strange Things Said Of Me, I Hear It Is Said By The Deists That I Am One Of The Number; And Indeed, That Some Good People Think I Am No Christian. This Thought Gives Me Much More Pain Than The Appellation Of Tory; Because I Think Religion Of Infinitely Higher Importance Than Politics; And I Find Much Cause To Reproach Myself That I Have Lived So Long, And Have Given No Decided And Public Proofs Of My Being A Christian. But, Indeed, My Dear Child, This Is A Character Which I Prize Far Above All This World Has, Or Can Boast.

It Is Natural For Man To Indulge In The Illusions Of Hope. We Are Apt To Shut Our Eyes Against A Painful Truth, And Listen To The Song Of That Siren Till She Transforms Us Into Beasts... For My Part, Whatever Anguish Of Spirit It May Cost, I Am Willing To Know The Whole Truth, To Know The Worst, And To Provide For It.