That chastity of honour which felt a stain like a wound.
Reflections on the Revolution in France. Vol. iii. p. 332.
Vice itself lost half its evil by losing all its grossness.
Reflections on the Revolution in France. Vol. iii. p. 332.
Kings will be tyrants from policy, when subjects are rebels from principle.
Reflections on the Revolution in France. Vol. iii. p. 334.
Learning will be cast into the mire and trodden down under the hoofs of a swinish multitude.[410:1]
Reflections on the Revolution in France. Vol. iii. p. 335.
Because half-a-dozen grasshoppers under a fern make the field ring with their importunate chink, whilst thousands of great cattle, reposed beneath the shadow of the British oak, chew the cud and are silent, pray do not imagine that those who make the noise are the only inhabitants of the field; that of course they are many in number; or that, after all, they are other than the little shrivelled, meagre, hopping, though loud and troublesome insects of the hour.
Reflections on the Revolution in France. Vol. iii. p. 344.