I Must Assert In The Most Unqualified

Without Excuse And Self-consideration Of Health Or Limb Or Life, True Soldiers Fight, Live To Fight, Love The Thickest Of The Fight, And Die In The Midst Of It.

Good Cookery Is Not An Extravagance But An Economy, And Many A Tasty Dish Is Made By Our Continental Friends Out Of Materials Which Would Be Discarded Indignantly By The Poorest Tramp In Whitechapel.

Why Should The Devil Have All The Best Tunes?

We Have To Recognise, That The Gin-palace, Like Many Other Evils, Although As Poisonous, Is Still A Natural Outgrowth Of Our Social Conditions. The Tap-room In Many Cases Is The Poor Man's Only Parlour. Many A Man Takes To Beer, Not From The Love Of Beer, But From A Natural Craving For The Light, Warmth, Company, And Comfort Which Is Thrown In Along With The Beer, And Which He Cannot Get Excepting By Buying Beer. Reformers Will Never Get Rid Of The Drink Shop Until They Can Outbid It In The Subsidiary Attractions Which It Offers To Its Customers.

While Women Weep, As They Do Now, I'll Fight.