The Patowmac Guardian, And Berkeley Advertiser

Party is the engine by which the worst characters often work themselves into popular favour.

There is no government however perfect, which is not alloyed by a party spirit. The devil once raised a party in Heaven.

The maxim of party is, that the end justifies the means--hence a sacrifice of honour and honesty are the almost universal result of bandying with a party--There are characters in the world who possess so much probity, dignity and independence of mind, that they never could be brought to join the cabals of a party's such are often rendered unpopular through party intrigue, but in the hour of extremity, their virtue proves a rock on which the confidence of their country reposes with safety.

It is almost impossible that a party man should be dispassionate, disinterested or sincere.

The collision of parties is destructive of the public happiness--for while the people are warmly engaged in supporting the contest, the principals who often keep out of sight, are preying on their interest.

Such is the imperfection of human wisdom, that the best administration that ever existed in any country could never guard itself from the shafts of an envious party spirit--there is something in our natures which leads us to balance a foible against the whole circle of human virtues.