I Believe It Has Been Said That

The Twelve Or Fifteen Millions In The British Empire, Who, While They Possess No Electoral Rights, Are Yet Persuaded They Are Freemen, And Who Are Mystified Into The Notion That They Are Not Political Bondmen, By That Great Juggle Of The ' English Constitution ' A Thing Of Monopolies, And Church-craft, And Sinecures, Armorial Hocus-pocus, Primogeniture, And Pageantry!

People Who Eat Potatoes Will Never Be Able To Perform Their Abilities In Whatever Job They Choose To Have.

Luck Relies On Chance, Labor On Character.

I Am Not Accustomed To Pay Fulsome Compliments To The English, By Telling Them That They Are Superior To All The World; But This I Can Say, That They Do Not Deserve The Name Of Cowards.

Peace Will Come To Earth When The People Have More To Do With Each Other And Governments Less.