The press is like the air, a chartered libertine.
There is no such uncertainty as a sure thing.
Don’t talk to me about a man’s being able to talk sense; everyone can talk sense. Can he talk nonsense?
Suspicion is a heavy armor and with its weight it impedes more than it protects.
And there begins a lang digression about the lords o’ the creation.
Poverty of course is no disgrace, but it is damned annoying.
At last I perceive that in revolutions the supreme power rests with the most abandoned.
Let them cant about decorum, Who have characters to lose!
We must dare, and dare again, and go on daring.
Show my head to the people, it is worth seeing.