Reflection makes men cowards.

Life is a continued struggle to be what we are not, and to do what we cannot.

A King (as such) is not a great man. He has great power, but it is not his own.

A Whig is properly what is called a Trimmer - that is, a coward to both sides of the question, who dare not be a knave nor an honest man, but is a sort of whiffing, shuffling, cunning, silly, contemptible, unmeaning negation of the two.

There is nothing more to be esteemed than a manly firmness and decision of character.

Friendship is cemented by interest, vanity, or the want of amusement; it seldom implies esteem, or even mutual regard.

A felon could plead "benefit of clergy" and be saved by [reading aloud] what was aptly enough termed the "neck verse", which was very usually the Miserere mei of Psalm 51.