Edmund Burke: “So I leave them their dead Robespierre, either to gibbet his memory, or to deify him in their Pantheon with their Marat…”

Who could flatter himself that these men, suddenly, and as it were by enchantment, snatched from the humblest rank of subordination, would not be intoxicated with their unprepared greatness?

Those who are servants in name, as well as in effect, do not like to be told of their situation, their duty, and their obligations.

No experience has taught us that in any other course or method than that of an hereditary crown our liberties can be regularly perpetuated and preserved sacred as our hereditary right.

Their objects would be enlarged with their elevation; but their disposition, and habits, and mode of accomplishing their designs must remain the same.