Without Bread All Is Misery.

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.

The Smallness Of Our Desires May Contribute Reasonably To Our Wealth.

Give Me, Lord, Neither Poverty Nor Riches.

The Very Hirelings Of The Press, Whose Trade It Is To Buoy Up The Spirits Of The People... Have Uttered Falsehoods So Long, They Have Played Off So Many Tricks, That Their Budget Seems, At Last, To Be Quite Empty.

From A Very Early Age I Had Imbibed The Opinion That It Was Every Man's Duty To Do All That Lay In His Power To Leave His Country As Good As He Had Found It.