Maxioms by John Quincy Adams
Where annual elections end where slavery begins.
Where annual elections end where slavery begins.
Always vote for principle, though you may vote alone, and you may cherish the sweetest reflection that your vote is read more
Always vote for principle, though you may vote alone, and you may cherish the sweetest reflection that your vote is never lost.
Not stones, nor wood, nor the art of artisans make a state; but
where men are who know how read more
Not stones, nor wood, nor the art of artisans make a state; but
where men are who know how to take care of themselves, these are
cities and walls.
Westward the star of empire takes its way.
Westward the star of empire takes its way.
"Man wants but little here below
Nor wants that little long,"
'Tis not with me exactly so;
read more
"Man wants but little here below
Nor wants that little long,"
'Tis not with me exactly so;
But 'tis so in the song.
My wants are many, and, if told,
Would muster many a score;
And were each wish a mint of gold,
I still should long for more.
