Edmund Burke: “The moments of profits are precious; never are men so wicked as during a general mortality.”

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.

This was reserved to our time, to quench the little glimmerings of reason which might break in upon the solid darkness of this enlightened age.

To tell the people that they are relieved by the dilapidation of their public estate is a cruel and insolent imposition.

The prattling about the rights of men will not be accepted in payment of a biscuit or a pound of gunpowder.