Edmund Burke: “I knew, that, as long as I remained in public, I should live down the calumnies of malice and the judgments of…”

Never did a state, in any case, enrich itself by the confiscations of the citizens.

They have not more notes in their song than the cuckoo; though, far from the softness of that harbinger of summer and plenty, their voice is as harsh and as ominous as that of the raven.

They come from one who has been no tool of power, no flatterer of greatness, and who in his last acts does not wish to belie the tenor of his life.

In all this procedure I can discern neither the solid sense of plain dealing nor the subtle dexterity of ingenious fraud.