Close thy Byron; open thy Goethe. — Thomas Carlyle

"Why, reader, truly, if they asked thee or me, Which way we meant to vote?—were it not our likeliest answer: Neither way! I, as a Tenpound Franchiser, will receive no bribe; but also I will not vote for either of these men. Neither Rigmarole nor Dolittle shall, by furtherance of mine, go and make laws for this country. I will have no hand in such a mission. How dare I! If other men cannot be got in England, a totally other sort of men, different as light is from dark, as star-fire is from street-mud, what is the use of votings, or of Parliaments in England?"

"The people may eat grass": hasty words, which fly abroad irrevocable—and will send back tidings."

"Do nothing, only keep agitating, debating; and things will destroy themselves."

"Not all his men may sever this, It yields to friends, not monarchs, calls; My whinstone house my castle is— I have my own four walls."

"The weakest living creature, by concentrating his powers on a single object, can accomplish something. The strongest, by dispensing his over many, may fail to accomplish anything. The drop, by continually falling, bores its passage through the hardest rock. The hasty torrent rushes over it with hideous uproar, and leaves no trace behind."

"To a shower of gold most things are penetrable."