We Know That Madness Belongs To Love,--what

He That Despiseth Small Things Will Perish By Little And Little.

Silence Is A Solvent That Destroys Personality, And Gives Us Leave To Be Great And Universal.

A Mob Is A Society Obodies, Voluntarily Bereaving Themselves Oreason, And Traversing Its Work. The Mob Is Man, Voluntarily Descending To The Nature Othe Beast. Its Fit Hour Oactivity Is Night; Its Actions Are Insane, Like Its Whole Constitution.

Wise Men Put Their Trust In Ideas And Not In Circumstances.

We Are Born Believing. A Man Bears Beliefs As A Tree Bears Apples.