Edmund Burke: “The fire-bell at midnight disturbs your sleep, but it keeps you from being burned in your bed.”

Of this consolation whoever deprives them deadens their industry, and strikes at the root of all acquisition as of all conservation.

Not being illuminated with the light of which the gentlemen of France tell us they have got so abundant a share, they acted under a strong impression of the ignorance and fallibility of mankind.

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.

Who but the most desperate adventurers in philosophy and finance could at all have thought of destroying the settled revenue of the state, the sole security for the public credit, in the hope of rebuilding it with the materials of…