|C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.|
| We strive as hard to hide our hearts from ourselves as from others, and always with more success; for in deciding upon our own case we are both judge, jury, and executioner, and where sophistry cannot overcome the first, or flattery the second, self-love is always ready to defeat the sentence by bribing the third.|
| ||I do despise these demagogues that fret|
|The angry multitude: they are but as|
|The froth upon the mountain wavethe bird|
|That shrieks upon the sullen tempests wing.|
Sir A. Hunt.