The grave is a common treasury, to which we must all be taken.
Of this stamp is the cant of, Not men, but measures.
It is the nature of all greatness not to be exact.
We set ourselves to bite the hand that feeds us.
Manners are of more importance than laws. Manners are what vex or soothe, corrupt or purify, exalt or debase, barbarize or refine us, by a constant, steady, uniform, insensible operation, like that of the air we breathe.
My vigour relents. I pardon something to the spirit of liberty.