A mere index hunter, who held the eel of science by the tail.
Glory is the child of peril.
The capital is become an overgrown monster; which, like a dropsical head, will in time leave the body and extremities without nourishment and support.
Who bravely dares must sometimes risk a fall.
Ridiculous modes, invented by ignorance, and adopted by folly.
True courage scorns to vent her prowess in a storm of words; and to the valiant action speaks alone.