The love of lucre, though sometimes carried to a ridiculous excess, a vicious excess, is the grand cause of prosperity to all States.

Liberty, without wisdom, is license.

Superstition is the religion of feeble minds.

Laws are commanded to hold their tongues among arms; and tribunals fall to the ground with the peace they are no longer able to uphold.

Contempt is not a thing to be despised.

A people who are still, as it were, but in the gristle, and not yet hardened into the bone of manhood.

Hypocrisy can afford to be magnificent in its promises, for never intending to go beyond promise, it costs nothing.