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Then None Was For A Party; Than All Were For The State; Then The Great Man Helped The Poor, And The Poor Man Loved The Great: Then Lands Were Fairly Portioned; Then Spoils Were Fairly Sold: The Romans Were Like Brothers In The Brave Days Of Old.

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Then None Was For A Party; Than All Were For The State; Then The Great Man Helped The Poor, And The Poor Man Loved The Great: Then Lands Were Fairly Portioned; Then Spoils Were Fairly Sold: The Romans Were Like Brothers In The Brave Days Of Old.

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No War Ought Ever To Be Undertaken But Under Circumstances Which Render All Intercourse Of Courtesy Between The Combatants Impossible. It Is A Bad Thing That Men Should Hate Each Other; But It Is Far Worse That They Should Contract The Habit Of Cutting One Another's Throats Without Hatred. War Is Never Lenient But Where It Is Wanton; When Men Are Compelled To Fight In Self-defence, They Must Hate And Avenge: This May Be Bad; But It Is Human Nature.

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He Had A Head Which Statuaries Loved To Copy, And A Foot The Deformity Of Which The Beggars In The Streets Mimicked.

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And How Can Man Die Better Than Facing Fearful Odds, For The Ashes Of His Fathers, And The Temples Of His Gods?

Re: Robert Montgomery's Poems His Writing Bears The Same Relation To Poetry Which A Turkey Carpet Bears To A Picture. There Are Colours In The Turkey Carpet Out Of Which A Picture Might Be Made. There Are Words In Mr. Montgomery's Writing Which, When Disposed In Certain Orders And Combinations,have Made, And Will Make Again, Good Poetry. But, As They Now Stand, They Seem To Be Put Together On Principle In Such A Manner As To Give No Image Of Anything In The Heavens Above, Or In The Earth Beneath, Or In The Waters Under The Earth.

Parent Of Sweetest Sounds, Yet Mute Forever.

I Am Always Nearest To Myself," Says The Latin Proverb.

In Plato's Opinion, Man Was Made For Philosophy; In Bacon's Opinion, Philosophy Was Made For Man.

The Conformation Of His Mind Was Such That Whatever Was Little Seemed To Him Great, And Whatever Was Great Seemed To Him Little.

A Man Possessed Of Splendid Talents, Which He Often Abused, And Of A Sound Judgment, The Admonitions Of Which He Often Neglected; A Man Who Succeeded Only In An Inferior Department Of His Art, But Who In That Department Succeeded Pre-eminently.

The Opinion Of The Great Body Of The Reading Public Is Very Materially Influenced Even By The Unsupported Assertions Of Those Who Assume A Right To Criticize.

Highest Among Those Who Have Exhibited Human Nature By Means Of Dialogue Stands Shakespeare. His Variety Is Like The Variety Of Nature,--endless Diversity, Scarcely Any Monstrosity.

To Punish A Man Because He Has Committed A Crime, Or Because He Is Believed, Though Unjustly, To Have Committed A Crime, Is Not Persecution. To Punish A Man, Because We Infer From The Nature Of Some Doctrine Which He Holds, Or From The Conduct Of Other Persons Who Hold The Same Doctrines With Him, That He Will Commit A Crime, Is Persecution, And Is, In Every Case, Foolish And Wicked.

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Shakespeare Has Had Neither Equal Nor Second.

Mere Negation, Mere Epicurean Infidelity, As Lord Bacon Most Justly Observes, Has Never Disturbed The Peace Of The World. It Furnishes No Motive For Action; It Inspires No Enthusiasm; It Has No Missionaries, No Crusades, No Martyrs.

The Church Is The Handmaid Of Tyranny And The Steady Enemy Of Liberty.

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We Are Free, We Are Civilised, To Little Purpose, If We Grudge To Any Portion Of The Human Race An Equal Measure Of Freedom And Civilisation.

We Know No Spectacle So Ridiculous As The British Public In One Of Its Periodical Fits Of Morality.

Men Are Never So Likely To Settle A Question Rightly As When They Discuss It Freely.

The Gallery In Which The Reporters Sit Has Become A Fourth Estate Of The Realm.

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The Best Portraits Are Those In Which There Is A Slight Mixture Of Caricature.

If Anybody Would Make Me The Greatest King That Ever Lived, With Palaces, And Gardens And Fine Dinners, And Wine, And Coaches, And Beautiful Clothes, And Hundreds Of Servants, On Condition That I Would Not Read Books, I Would Not Be A King.

The Most Beautiful Object In The World, It Will Be Allowed, Is A Beautiful Woman.

Sense Can Support Herself Handsomely In Most Countries On Some Eighteen Pence A Day; But For Fantasy, Planets And Solar Systems, Will Not Suffice.

The Knowledge Of The Theory Of Logic Has No Tendency Whatever To Make Men Good Reasoners.

Only Imagine A Man Acting For One Single Day On The Supposition That All His Neighbors Believe All That They Profess, And Act Up To All That They Believe!

A Kind Of Semi-solomon, Half-knowing Everything, From The Cedar To The Hyssop.

Knowing Everything

But Thou, Through Good And Evil, Praise And Blame, Wilt Not Thou Love Me For Myself Alone? Yes, Thou Wilt Love Me With Exceeding Love, And I Will Tenfold All That Love Repay; Still Smiling, Though The Tender May Reprove, Still Faithful, Though The Trusted May Betray.

The Sweeter Sound Of Woman's Praise.

None Of The Modes By Which A Magistrate Is Appointed, Popular Election, The Accident Of The Lot, Or The Accident Of Birth, Affords, As Far As We Can Perceive, Much Security For His Being Wiser Than Any Of His Neighbours. The Chance Of His Being Wiser Than All His Neighbours Together Is Still Smaller.

What Society Wants Is A New Motive, Not A New Cant.

There Were Gentlemen And There Were Seamen In The Navy Of Charles The Second. But The Seamen Were Not Gentlemen; And The Gentlemen Were Not Seamen.

In Taste And Imagination, In The Graces Of Style, In The Arts Of Persuasion, In The Magnificence Of Public Works, The Ancients Were At Least Our Equals.

Every Sect Clamors For Toleration When It Is Down.

Thus, Then, Stands The Case. It Is Good, That Authors Should Be Remunerated; And The Least Exceptionable Way Of Remunerating Them Is By A Monopoly. Yet Monopoly Is An Evil. For The Sake Of The Good We Must Submit To The Evil; But The Evil Ought Not To Last A Day Longer Than Is Necessary For The Purpose Of Securing The Good.

History Begins In Novel And Ends In Essay.

No Man Who Is Correctly Informed As To The Past Will Be Disposed To Take A Morose Or Desponding View Of The Present.

If Any Person Had Told The Parliament Which Met In Terror And Perplexity After The Crash Of 1720 That In 1830 The Wealth Of England Would Surpass All Their Wildest Dreams, That The Annual Revenue Would Equal The Principal Of That Debt Which They Considered An Intolerable Burden, That For One Man Of

Great Minds Do Indeed React On The Society Which Has Made Them What They Are; But They Only Pay With Interest What They Have Received.

Nothing Except The Mint Can Make Money Without Advertising.

The Upper Current Of Society Presents No Pertain Criterion By Which We Can Judge Of The Direction In Which The Under Current Flows.

Nothing Is So Galling To A People Not Broken In From Birth As A Paternal, Or, In Other Words, A Meddling Government, A Government Which Tells Them What To Read, And Say, And Eat, And Drink And Wear.

Our Rulers Will Best Promote The Improvement Of The Nation By Strictly Confining Themselves To Their Own Legitimate Duties, By Leaving Capital To Find Its Most Lucrative Course, Commodities Their Fair Price, Industry And Intelligence Their Natural Reward, Idleness And Folly Their Natural Punishment, By Maintaining Peace, By Defending Property, By Diminishing The Price Of Law, And By Observing Strict Economy In Every Department Of The State. Let The Government Do This: The People Will Assuredly Do The Rest.

It Is The Age That Forms The Man, Not The Man That Forms The Age.

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