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

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.

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

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?

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

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.

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

Where laws end, tyranny begins.

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

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

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.

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.