A Good Party Man Puts His Party

Madam, If You Were My Wife, I Would Drink It.

It Is Not Open To The Cool Bystander . . . To Set Himself Up As An Impartial Judge Of Events Which Would Never Have Occurred Had He Outstretched A Helping Hand In Time.

Any Idiot Can See Something Wrong. But Can You See What Is Right?

He Sees With Amazement That Our Defeats Are But The Stepping Stones To Victory And That All His Victories Are Stepping Stones To Ruin. It Was Apparent To Me That This Bad Man Saw Quite Clearly The Shadow Of Slowly And Remorselessly Approaching Doom, And He Railed At Fortune For Mocking Him With The Glitter Of Fleeting Success.

My Most Brilliant Achievement Was My Ability To Be Able To Persuade My Wife To Marry Me.