The enjoyments of this life are not equal to its evils.
Don't talk to me about a man's being able to talk sense everyone can talk sense. Can he talk nonsense
The poorest man may in his cottage bid defiance to all the forces of the Crown. It may be frail, its roof may shake the wind may blow through it the storm may enter, the rain may enter -- but the King of England cannot enter all his force dares not cross the threshold of the ruined tenement
I rejoice that America has resisted. Three millions of people, so dead to all the feelings of liberty, as voluntarily to submit to be slaves, would have been fit instruments to make slaves of the rest.
If I were an American, as I am an Englishman, while a foreign troop was landed in my country, I never would lay down my arms -- never never never
My Lord, I'm sure I am able to save this country, and no one else can.