If Nobody Makes You Do It, It

It's Not The Pace Of Life I Mind. It's The Sudden Stop At The End.

Those Men That Are So Remissly Governed That They Dare Take Up Arms To Defend Or Introduce An Opinion, Are Still In War, And Their Condition Not Peace, But Only A Cessation Of Arms For Fear Of One Another, And They Live As It Were In The Precincts Of Battle Continually.

Science Is The Knowledge Of Consequences, And Dependence Of One Fact Upon Another: By Which, Out Of That We Can Presently Do, We Know How To Do Something Else When We Will, Or The Like, Another Time

Every Man May Think His Own Cause Just Till It Be Heard And Judged.

Do Not That To Another, Which Thou Wouldst Not Have Done To Thyself.