No arts； no letters； no society； and which is worst of all， continual fear and danger of violent death； and the life of man， solitary， poor， nasty， brutish， and short.
The jaws of power are always open to devour, and her arm is always stretched out, if possible, to destroy the freedom of thinking, speaking, and writing.
No man, for any considerable period, can wear one face to himself and another to the multitude, without finally getting bewildered as to which may be the true.
