Providence has given us hope and sleep as a compensation for the many cares of life.
The progress of rivers to the ocean is not so rapid as that of man to error.
God created woman to tame man.
The tyranny of the many would be when one body takes over the rights of others, and then exercises its power to change the laws in its favor.
History is only the pattern of silken slippers descending the stairs to the thunder of hobnailed boots climbing upward from below.
To caress the serpent that devours us, until it has eaten away our heart.