I Beseech You, In The Bowels Of

Men Have Been Led In Dark Paths, Through The Providence And Dispensation Of God. Why, Surely It Is Not To Be Objected To A Man, For Who Can Love To Walk In The Dark? But Providence Doth Often So Dispose.

The State, In Choosing Men To Serve It, Takes No Notice Of Their Opinions. If They Be Willing Faithfully To Serve It, That Satisfies.

The People Would Be Just As Noisy If They Were Going To See Me Hanged.

A Few Honest Men Are Better Than Numbers.

My Prayer Is That God Give Me No Longer Life Than I Shall Be Glad To Use Mine Office In Edification, And Not In Destruction.