Your Constitution is all sail and no anchor.

A system in which the two great commandments are to hate your neighbor and to love your neighbor's wife.

A few more years will destroy whatever yet remains of that magical potency which once belonged to the name of Byron.

Language is the machine of the poet.

There is surely no contradiction in saying that a certain section of the community may be quite competent to protect the persons and property of the rest, yet quite unfit to direct our opinions, or to superintend our private habits.

Then none was for a party; Than all were for the state; Then the great man helped the poor, And the poor man loved the great: Then lands were fairly portioned; Then spoils were fairly sold: The Romans were like brothers In the brave days of old.

I wish I was as sure of anything as he is of everything.