“The battle, sir, is not to the strong alone; it is to the vigilant, the active, the brave.”

The Constitution is not an instrument for the government to restrain the people, it is an instrument for the people to restrain the government – lest it come to dominate our lives and interests.

It is the business of a virtuous clergy to censure vice in every appearance of it.

Caesar had his Brutus, Charles the First his Cromwell; and George the Third — [‘Treason!’ cried the Speaker] — may profit by their example. If this be treason, make the most of it.

I have but one lamp by which my feet are guided, and that is the lamp of experience.

It is when a people forget God that tyrants forge their chains.

The great object is that every man be armed.

Will preserve it but downright force. When you give up that force, you are ruined.

Suspicion is a virtue as long as its object is the public good, and as long as it stays within proper bounds. Guard with jealous attention the public liberty. Suspect every one who approaches that jewel.

Liberty, the greatest of all earthly blessings – give us that precious jewel and you may take everything else!

Are we at last brought to such a humiliating and debasing degradation, that we cannot be trusted with arms for our own defense?

I know of no way of judging of the future but by the past.

The great object is that every man be armed. Everyone who is able may have a gun.

it is natural to man to indulge in the illusions of hope. We are apt to shut our eyes against a painful truth, and listen to the song of that siren till she transforms us into beasts.

Show me that age and country where the rights and liberties of the people were placed on the sole chance of their rulers being good men, without a consequent loss of liberty?

I have now disposed of all my property to my family. There is one thing more I wish I could give them, and that is the Christian Religion. If they had that and I had not given them one shilling they would have been rich; and if they had not that and I had given them all the world, they would be poor.

Fear is the passion of slaves.

In Latin America the border between soccer and politics is vague. There is a long list of governments that have fallen or been overthrown after the defeat of the national team.

There’s a constant battle of me and healing; all of which still sits burning and intricately perplexed in ink.

Any fool can fight a winning battle, but it needs character to fight a losing one, and that should inspire us; which reminds me that I dreamed the other night that I was being hanged, but was the life and soul of the party.

It takes more courage to dig deep in the dark corners of your own soul and the back alleys of your society than it does for a soldier to fight on the battlefield.

When I hear a guy lost a battle to cancer, that really did bother me, that that’s a term. It implies that he failed and that somebody else that defeated cancer is heroic and courageous.

All brave men love; for he only is brave who has affections to fight for, whether in the daily battle of life, or in physical contests.

The battle against the dark one and the clinging to the right one is what my life is about.

Back in the old days, a man could just get sick and die. Now they have to wage a battle. So my Uncle Bert is waging a courageous battle, which I’ve seen, because I go and visit him. And this is the battle: he’s lying in the hospital bed, with a thing in his arm, watching Matlock on the TV.