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C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.

William Pitt

  • A strong nor’wester’s blowing, Bill!
  • Hark! don’t yet hear it roar now?
  • Lord help ’em, how I pities them
  • Unhappy folks on shore now!
  • Prostrate the beauteous ruin lies; and all
  • That shared its shelter, perish in its fall.
  • Confidence is a plant of slow growth in an aged bosom.

    Eloquence is in the assembly, not in the speaker.

    Necessity is the argument of tyrants, it is the creed of slaves.

    Reparation for our rights at home, and security against the like future violations.

    The atrocious crime of being a young man.

    The poorest man may in his cottage bid defiance to all the force of the Crown. It may be frail, its roof may shake; the wind may blow through it; the storms may enter,—the rain may enter, but the King of England cannot enter; all his forces dare not cross the threshold of the ruined tenement!