There is a southern proverb - fine words butter no parsnips.
My hope, my heaven, my trust must be, My gentle guide, in following thee.
The will to do, the soul to dare..
When a man has not a good reason for doing a thing, he has one good reason for letting it alone.
The race of mankind would perish did they cease to aid each other. We cannot exist without mutual help. All therefore that need aid have a right to ask it from their fellow-men; and no one who has the power of granting can refuse it without guilt.
One or two of these scoundrel statesmen should be shot once a-year, just to keep the others on their good behavior.