As Civilization Advances, Poetry Almost Necessarily Declines.

This Is The Highest Miracle Of Genius, That Things Which Are Not Should Be As Though They Were, That The Imaginations Of One Mind Should Become The Personal Recollections Of Another.

The Object Of Oratory Alone In Not Truth, But Persuasion.

Parent Of Sweetest Sounds, Yet Mute Forever.

The Temple Of Silence And Reconciliation.

The Reluctant Obedience Of Distant Provinces Generally Costs More Than It - The Territory Is Worth. Empires Which Branch Out Widely Are Often More Flourishing For A Little Timely Pruning.