In this choice of inheritance we have given to our frame of polity the image of a relation in blood; binding up the constitution of our country with our dearest domestic ties; adopting our fundamental laws into the bosom of our family affections; keeping inseparable and cherishing with the warmth of all their combined and mutually reflected charities, our state, our hearths, our sepulchres, and our altars.

The true danger is when liberty is nibbled away, for expedience, and by parts.

Pleasure of every kind quickly satisfies.

Politics and the pulpit are terms that have little agreement.

The essence of tyranny is the enforcement of stupid laws.

Those who don't know history are destined to repeat it.

An entire life of solitude contradicts the purpose of our being, since death itself is scarcely an idea of more terror.