Law and arbitrary power are at eternal enmity.
The grave is a common treasury, to which we must all be taken.
Applause is the spur of noble minds, the end and aim of weak ones.
There ought to be system of manners in every nation which a well-formed mind would be disposed to relish. To make us love our country, our country ought to be lovely.
The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing.
Nothing in progression can rest on its original plan. We may as well think of rocking a grown man in the cradle of an infant.