The Work Resembles A Breech Delivery-one Which

Politicians Are Like The Bones Of A Horse's Foreshoulder-not A Straight One In It.

The Man Who, For Party, Forsakes Righteousness, Goes Down; And The Armed Battalions Of God March Over Him.

Education Is The Only Interest Worthy The Deep, Controlling Anxiety Of The Thoughtful Man.

The Community Which Does Not Protect Its Humblest And Most Hated Member In The Free Utterance Of His Opinions, No Matter How False Or Hateful, Is Only A Gang Of Slaves. If There Is Anything In The Universe That Can't Stand Discussion, Let It Crack.

On A Single Winged Word Hath Hung The Destiny Of Nations.