The Gentleman Puts Me In Mind Of

We Are Not To Consider Ourselves, While Here, As At Church Or School, To Listen To The Harangues Of Speculative Piety; We Are Here To Talk Of The Political Interests Committed To Our Charge.

Liberty Has Never Lasted Long In A Democracy, Nor Has It Ever Ended In Anything Better Than Despotism.

The Rights Of Conscience, Of Bearing Arms, Of Changing The Government, Are Declared To Be Inherent In The People.

A Government By The Passions Of The Multitude, Or, No Less Correctly, According To The Vices, And Ambitions Of Their Leaders Is A Democracy.

The Gentleman Puts Me In Mind Of An Old Hen Which Persists In Setting After Her Eggs Are Taken Away.