Her Majesty Is Not A Subject.

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

The Feathered Arrow Of Satire Has Oft Been Wet With The Heart's Blood Of Its Victims.

A Canter Is The Cure For All Evil.

Success Is The Child Of Audacity.

Knowledge Must Be Gained By Ourselves. Mankind May Supply Us With Facts; But The Results, Even If They Agree With Previous Ones, Must Be The Work Of Our Own Minds.