The poorest man may in his cottage bid defiance to all the forces of t >>
The little I know of it has not served to raise my opinion of what is >>
There is something behind the throne greater than the King himself. >>
You may have your suspicions, your fears, you may even believe there i >>
When a man has no reason to trust himself, he trusts in luck. >>
Trust everybody, but cut the cards. >>
I cannot give them my confidence; pardon me, gentlemen, confidence is a plant of slow growth in an aged bosom: youth is the season of credulity.