None Can Be Tyrants But Cowards.

Fetters Of Gold Are Still Fetters, And The Softest Lining Can Never Make Them So Easy As Liberty.

Unhappy Is That Grandeur Which Makes Us Too Great To Be Good; And That Wit Which Sets Us At A Distance From True Wisdom.

Every Body Has So Good An Opinion Of Their Own Understanding As To Think Their Own Way The Best.

How Can You Be Content To Be In The World Like Tulips In A Garden, To Make A Fine Show, And Be Good For Nothing.

To Plead For The Oppress'd And To Defend The Weak Seem'd To Me A Generous Undertaking; For Tho' It May Be Secure, 'tis Not Always Honourable To Run Over To The Strongest Party.