The press is like the air, a chartered libertine.
Poverty of course is no disgrace, but it is damned annoying.
Where law ends, tyranny begins
Roll up that map it will not be wanted these ten years.
Oh, my country how I leave my country
Unlimited power is apt to corrupt the minds of those who possess it and this I know, my lords, that where laws end, tyranny begins
Necessity is the argument of tyrants, it is the creed of slaves.