"Manchester is the chimney of the world. Rich rascals, poor rogues, drunken ragamuffins and prostitutes form the moral; soot made into paste by rain the physique, and the only view long chimney: what a place! The entrance to hell realised!"

“Be it so. This burning of widows is your custom; prepare the funeral pile. But my nation has also a custom. When men burn women alive we hang them, and confiscate all their property. My carpenters shall therefore erect gibbets on which to hang all concerned when the widow is consumed. Let us all act according to national customs.”

“War is detestable and not to be desired by a nation’, adding, 'It falls not so heavily upon soldiers – it is our calling; but its horrors alight upon the poor, upon the miserable, upon the unhappy, upon those who feel the expense and the suffering, but have not the glory.”

“the great receipt for quieting a country is a good thrashing first and great kindness afterwards: the wildest chaps are thus tamed.”

“Come here instantly. Come here at once and make your submission, or I will in a week tear you from the midst of your village and hang you.”

“The human mind is never better disposed to gratitude and attachment than when softened by fear.”