Necessity is the argument of tyrants, it is the creed of slaves.

The press is like the air, a chartered libertine.

Where law ends, tyranny begins.

Poverty of course is no disgrace, but it is damned annoying.

Oh, my country! how I leave my country!

Roll up that map: it will not be wanted these ten years.

Unlimited power corrupts the possessor.

A long train of these practices has at length unwillingly convinced me that there is something behind the throne greater than the King himself.