Unlimited Power Corrupts The Possessor.

Trade Increases The Wealth And Glory Of A Country; But Its Real Strength And Stamina Are To Be Looked For Among The Cultivators Of The Land.

If I Were An American, As I Am An Englishman, While A Foreign Troop Was Landed In My Country, I Never Would Lay Down My Arms Never Never Never!

The Poorest Man May, In His Cottage, Bid Defiance To All The Forces Of The Crown. It May Be Frail, Its Roof May Shake; The Wind May Blow Though It; The Storm May Enter; The Rain May Enter; But The King Of England May Not Enter; All His Force Dares Not Cross The Threshold Of The Ruined Tenement.

Confidence Is A Plant Of Slow Growth In An Aged Bosom.

Don't Talk To Me About A Man's Being Able To Talk Sense; Everyone Can Talk Sense. Can He Talk Nonsense?