Don't Interrupt Me While I'm Interrupting.

Everyone Threw The Blame On Me ... They Nearly Always Do. I Suppose ... They Think I Shall Be Able To Bear It Best.

I Cannot Pretend To Be Impartial About The Colours. I Rejoice With The Brilliant Ones, And Am Genuinely Sorry For The Poor Browns.

"i Have Not Made Any Arrogant, Confident, Boasting Predictions At All. On The Contrary, I Have Stuck Hard To My "blood, Toil, Tears And Sweat," To Which I Have Added Muddle And Mismanagement, And That, To Some Extend I Must Admit, Is What You Have Got Out Of It."

The World Looks With Some Awe Upon A Man Who Appears Unconcernedly Indifferent To Home, Money, Comfort, Rank, Or Even Power And Fame. The World Feels Not Without A Certain Apprehension, That Here Is Someone Outside Its Jurisdiction; Someone Before Whom Its Allurements May Be Spread In Vain; Some One Strangely Enfranchised, Untamed, Untrammelled By Convention, Moving Independent Of The Ordinary Currents Of Human Action.

One Can Usually Put One's Thoughts Better In One's Own Words.