I like the cold weather. It means you get work done.

Most works of art, like most wines, ought to be consumed in the district of their fabrication.

Sometimes it is said that man cannot be trusted with the government of himself. Can he, then be trusted with the government of others? Or have we found angels in the form of kings to govern him? Let history answer this question.

In the human heart new passions are forever being born; the overthrow of one almost always means the rise of another.

When we are born we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.