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.

An extreme rigor is sure to arm everything against it.

I know of nothing sublime which is not some modification of power.

Liberty does not exist in the absence of morality.

Turbulent, discontented men of quality, in proportion as they are puffed up with personal pride and arrogance, generally despise their own order.

Superstition is the religion of feeble minds.

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