You forget that political liberty, the tranquillity of a nation, nay, knowledge itself, are gifts on which destiny has laid a tax of blood!
Power is action, and the elective principle is discussion. There is no policy, no statesmanship possible where discussion is permanent.
Our most cruel enemies are our nearest in blood! Kings have neither brothers, nor sons, nor mothers.
Ideas consume the ages as passions consume men. When man is cured, humanity may possibly cure itself.