I Know Of Nothing Sublime Which Is

They Made And Recorded A Sort Of Institute And Digest Of Anarchy, Called The Rights Of Man.

Bad Laws Are The Worst Sort Of Tyranny.

All Virtue Which Is Impracticable Is Spurious.

A Thing May Look Specious In Theory, And Yet Be Ruinous In Practice; A Thing May Look Evil In Theory, And Yet Be In Practice Excellent.

In This Choice Of Inheritance We Have Given To Our Frame Of Polity The Image Of A Relation In Blood; Binding Up The Constitution Of Our Country With Our Dearest Domestic Ties; Adopting Our Fundamental Laws Into The Bosom Of Our Family Affections; Keeping Inseparable And Cherishing With The Warmth Of All Their Combined And Mutually Reflected Charities, Our State, Our Hearths, Our Sepulchres, And Our Altars.