A Parsimony Of Words Prodigal Of Sense.

When I Left The Dining Room After Sitting Next To Mr. Gladstone, I Thought He Was The Cleverest Man In England. But After Sitting Next To Mr. Disraeli, I Thought I Was The Cleverest Woman In England.

To Do Nothing And Get Something, Formed A Boy's Ideal Of A Manly Career.

The More You Are Talked About The Less Powerful You Are.

The Continent Will Not Suffer England To Be The Workshop Of The World.

A Sophisticated Rhetorician, Inebriated With The Exuberance Of His Own Verbosity.