I am not a Virginian, but an American.
I have but one lamp by which my feet are guided, and that is the lamp of experience. I know no way of judging of the future but by the past.
Is life so dear or peace so sweet as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take, but as for me, give me liberty, or give me death!
This thing they call love is as common around New York as it is in Sheboygan during the young onion season.
None so blind as those that will not see.
Blushing is the colour of virtue.
Sinners' follies are the just sport of God's infinite wisdom and power; and those attempts of the kingdom of Satan, which in our eyes are formidable, in his are despicable.
It is common for those that are farthest from God, to boast themselves most of their being near to the Church.
What is research, but a blind date with knowledge.
The better day, the worse deed.
He had decided to live forever or die in the attempt.
Here is bread, which strengthens man's heart, and therefore is called the staff of Life.
He rolls it under his tongue as a sweet morsel.
I want every peasant to have a chicken in his pot on Sundays. [Fr., Je veux que le dimanche chaque paysan ait sa poule au pot.]
I have but one lamp by which my feet are guided, and that is the lamp of experience.
I have but one lamp by which my feet are guided; and that is the lamp of experience. I know of no way of judging the future but by the past.
To fish in troubled waters.
None so deaf as those who will not hear.
All this, and Heaven too!
They that die by famine die by inches.
It is natural to man to indulge in the illusion of hope. We are apt to shut our eyes against a painful truth, and listen to the song of the siren, till she transforms us into beasts.
Guard with jealous attention the public liberty. Suspect everyone who approaches that jewel. Unfortunately, nothing will preserve it but downright force: Whenever you give up that force, you are inevitably ruined.
I know of no way of judging the future but by the past.
Give me liberty, or give me death.
Guard with jealous attention the public liberty. Suspect everyone who approaches that jewel. Unfortunately, nothing will preserve it but downright force. Whenever you give up that force, you are inevitably ruined.