For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.
The whole idea that what is not normal should be kept secret - that's really distasteful to me.
There should be a sympathy with freedom, a desire to give it scope, founded not upon visionary ideas, but upon the long experience of many generations within the shores of this happy isle, that in freedom you lay the firmest foundations both of loyalty and order.

