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I Am Neither A Whig Nor Tory. My Politics Are Described In One Word And That Word Is England.

The Affections Are The Children Of Ignorance; When The Horizon Of Our Experience Expands, And Models Multiply, Love And Admiration Imperceptibly Vanish.

You Have Despoiled Churches. You Have Threatened Every Corporation And Endowment In The Country. You Have Examined Into Everybodys Affairs. You Have Criticised Every Profession And Vexed Every Trade. No One Is Certain Of His Property, And Nobody Knows What Duties He May Have To Perform To-morrow. This Is The Policy Of Confiscation As Compared With That Of Concurrent Endowment.

Is It What You Call Civilization That Makes England Flourish? Is It The Universal Development Of The Faculties Of Man That Has Rendered An Island, Almost Unknown To The Ancients, The Arbiter Of The World? Clearly Not. It Is The Inhabitants That Have Done This. It Is An Affair Of Race.... All Is Race, There Is No Other Truth.

One Of The Hardest Things In This World Is To Admit You Are Wrong. And Nothing Is More Helpful In Resolving A Situation Than Its Frank Admission.