I Said To Heart, "how Goes It?"

Ownership By Delegation Is A Contradiction In Terms. When Men Say, For Instance (by A False Metaphor), That Each Member Of The Public Should Feel Himself An Owner Of Public Property-such As A Town Park-and Should Therefore Respect It As His Own, They Are Saying Something Which All Our Experience Proves To Be Completely False. No Man Feels Of Public Property That It Is His Own; No Man Will Treat It With The Care Of The Affection Of A Thing Which Is His Own.

It Is Sometimes Necessary To Lie Damnably In The Interests Of The Nation.

The Whole Art Of The Political Speech Is To Put 'nothing' Into It. It Is Much More Difficult Than It Sounds.

That I Grow Sour, Who Only Lack Delight; That I Descend To Sneer, Who Only Grieve: That From My Depth I Should Contemn Your Height; That With My Blame My Mockery You Receive; Huntress And Splendour Of The Woodland Night, Diana Of This World, Do Not Believe.

There Is No One Who Has Cooked But Has Discovered That Each Particular Dish Depends For Its Rightness Upon Some Little Point Which He Is Never Told. It Is Not Only So Of Cooking: It Is So Of Splicing A Rope; Of Painting A Surface Of Wood; Of Mixing Mortar; Of Almost Anything You Like To Name Among The Immemorial Human Arts.