William Pitt

Unlimited power corrupts the possessor.

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!

Don’t talk to me about a man’s being able to talk sense; everyone can talk sense. Can he talk nonsense?

The press is like the air, a chartered libertine.

Theoretical principals must sometimes give way for the sake of practical advantages.

Poverty of course is no disgrace, but it is damned annoying.

Confidence is a plant of slow growth in an aged heart.

Unlimited power is apt to corrupt the minds of those who posses it; and this I know, my lords: that where law ends, tyranny begins.