I Praise Loudly And I Blame Softly.

Tell A Thousand People To Draft A Letter, Let Them Debate Every Phrase, And See How Long It Takes And What You Get.

A Great Wind Is Blowing, And That Gives You Either Imagination Or A Headache.

The Title Of Queen Rang Sweet To My Ears, Child Though I Was. ... This Idea Of A Crown Began Running In My Head Then Like A Tune, And Has Been Running A Lot In It Ever Since.

Self-interest Usually Brings Injustice With It.

If I May Venture To Be Frank I Would Say About Myself That I Was Every Inch A Gentleman.