Now, again, he paused, and into the breach thus made, leapt Ambition, the harridan, and Poetry, the witch, and Desire of Fame, the strumpet; all joined hands and made of his heart their dancing ground.

The trouble with conspiracies is that they rot internally.

Sometimes, the mind ought to talk the heart out of situations that may endanger its being.

The present times require the vigor and the activity of the prime of life; but I feel the increasing infirmities of age to such a degree, that I am conscious I cannot serve you to advantage.

Written By Christopher Gadsden

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