When Bonaparte returned from Italy he called on Mr. Paine and invited him to dinner: in the course of his rapturous address to him he declared that a statue of gold ought to be erected to him in every city in the universe, assuring him that he always slept with his book 'Rights of Man' under his pillow and conjured him to honor him with his correspondence and advice. This anecdote is only related as a fact. Of the sincerity of the compliment, those may judge who know Bonaparte's principles best.

I know not whether any man in the world has had more influence on its inhabitants or affairs for the last thirty years than Tom Paine.

I never tire of reading Tom Paine.

Without the pen of Paine, the sword of Washington would have been wielded in vain.

The nauseous sham goodfellowship our democratic public men get up for shop use.

I don't want a fuckin' hooligan as my governor, I don't care if he's a billionaire. And he says things like, 'I want the children of California to have a wonde…

I stand here before you in absolute awe of the fact that Congressman Ryan, Patricia's father, gave his life in an attempt to rescue victims from another danger…