Without Bread All Is Misery.

You Never Know What You Can Do Till You Try.

I Set Out As A Sort Of Self-dependent Politician. My Opinions Were My Own. I Dashed At All Prejudices. I Scorned To Follow Anybodyin Matter Of Opinion.... All Were, Therefore, Offended At My Presumption, As They Deemed It.

Having Still In My Recollection So Many Excellent Men, To Whose Grandfathers, Upon The Same Spots, My Grandfather Had Yielded Cheerful Obedience And Reverence, It Is Not Without Sincere Sorrow That I Have Beheld Many Of The Sons Of These Men Driven From Their Fathers' Mansions, Or Holding Them As Little Better Than Tenants Or Stewards, While The Swarms Of Placemen, Pensioners, Contractors, And Nabobs... Have Usurped A Large Part Of The Soil.

You May Twist The Word Freedom As Long As You Please, But At Last It Comes To Quiet Enjoyment Of Your Own Property, Or It Comes To Nothing. Why Do Men Want Any Of Those Things That Are Called Political Rights And Privileges? Why Do They, For Instance, Want To Vote At Elections For Members Of Parliament? Oh! Because They Shall Then Have An Influence Over The Conduct Of Those Members. And Of What Use Is That? Oh! Then They Will Prevent The Members From Doing Wrong.

He Who Writes Badly Thinks Badly