Moroseness Is The Evening Of Turbulence.

If In Argument We Can Make A Man Angry With Us, We Have Drawn Him From His Vantage Ground And Overcome Him.

We Must Distinguish Between Felicity And Prosperity; For Prosperity Leads Often To Ambition, And Ambition To Disappointment; The Course Is Then Over, The Wheel Turns Round But Once, While The Reaction Of Goodness And Happiness Is Perpetual.

States, Like Men, Have Their Growth, Their Manhood, Their Decrepitude, Their Decay.

It Appears To Be Among The Laws Of Nature, That The Mighty Of Intellect Should Be Pursued And Carped By The Little, As The Solitary Flight Of One Great Bird Is Followed By The Twittering Petulance Of Many Smaller.

Fame Often Rests At First Upon Something Accidental, And Often, Too, Is Swept Away, Or For A Time Removed; But Neither Genius Nor Glory, Is Conferred At Once, Nor Do They Glimmer And Fall, Like Drops In A Grotto, At A Shout.