George Canning Quotes

Indecision and delays are the parents of failure.

In matters of commerce the fault of the Dutch Is offering too little and asking too much. The French are with equal advantage content, So we clap on Dutch bottoms just twenty per cent.

But of all plagues, good Heaven, thy wrath can send, Save me, oh, save me, from the candid friend!

Needy knife-grinder! whither are ye going? Rough is the road, your wheel is out of order; Bleak blows the blast-your hat has got a hole in it. So have your breeches.

I called the New World into existence, to redress the balance of the Old.

Here's to the pilot that weathered the storm.

If hush'd the loud whirlwind that ruffled the deep, The sky if no longer dark tempests deform; When our perils are past shall our gratitude sleep? No! Here's to the pilot that weather'd the storm!

I can prove anything by statistics except the truth.