The capital is become an overgrown monster; which, like a dropsical head, will in time leave the body and extremities without nourishment and support.

A mere index hunter, who held the eel of science by the tail.

True courage scorns to vent her prowess in a storm of words; and to the valiant action speaks alone.

Who bravely dares must sometimes risk a fall.

Nature and wisdom are not, but should be, companions.

I think for my part one half of the nation is mad - and the other not very sound.

There is not room to swing a cat.