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.
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