The little I know of it has not served to raise my opinion of what is vulgarly called the Monied Interest I mean, that blood-sucker, that muckworm, that calls itself the friend of government.

I would have it inscribed on the curtains of your bed and the walls of your chamber: If you do not rise early you can make progress in nothing.

Theoretical principals must sometimes give way for the sake of practical advantages.

Unlimited power is apt to corrupt the minds of those who possess it.

Bowing, ceremonious, formal compliments, stiff civilities, will never be politeness that must be easy, natural, unstudied and what will give this but a mind benevolent and attentive to exert that amiable disposition in trifles to all you converse and live with?

An eagerness and zeal for dispute on every subject, and with every one, shows great self-sufficiency, that never-failing sign of great self-ignorance.

Concession comes with better grace and more salutary effect from superior power.

The atrocious crime of being a young man . . . I shall neither attempt to palliate nor deny.

I know that I can save this country and that no one else can.

The poorest man may in his cottage bid defiance to all the forces of the Сrown. It may be frail - its roof may shake - the wind may blow through it - the storm may enter - the rain may enter - but the King of England cannot enter.

Unlimited power corrupts the possessor and this I know, that, where law ends, there tyranny begins.

Where laws end, tyranny begins.