The American Revolution Was The Grand Operation,

It Is In Vain, Sir, To Extenuate The Matter. Gentlemen May Cry, “peace! Peace!” — But There Is No Peace. The War Is Actually Begun! The Next Gale That Sweeps From The North Will Bring To Our Ears The Clash Of Resounding Arms! Our Brethren Are Already In The Field! Why Stand We Here Idle? What Is It That Gentlemen Wish? What Would They Have? Is Life So Dear, Or Peace So Sweet, As To Be Purchased At The Price Of Chains And Slavery? Forbid It, Almighty God! I Know Not What Course Others May Take; But As For Me, Give Me Liberty, Or Give Me Death!

The Officers Of Congress, May Come Upon You Now, Fortified With All The Terrors Of Paramount Federal Authority. Excisemen Taxmen May Come In Multitudes; For The Limitation Of Their Numbers No Man Knows. They May, Unless The General Government Be Restrained ... Go Into Your Cellars And Rooms, And Search, Ransack, And Measure, Everything You Eat, Drink, And Wear.

The American Revolution Was The Grand Operation, Which Seemed To Be Assigned By The Deity To The Men Of This Age In Our Country, Over And Above The Common Duties Of Life

I Look On That Paper (the Constitution) As The Most Fatal Plan That Could Possibly Be Conceived To Enslave A Free People.

When The American Spirit Was In Its Youth, The Language Of America Was Different: Liberty, Sir, Was The Primary Object.