The Feathered Arrow Of Satire Has Oft

Consider Ireland.... You Have A Starving Population, An Absentee Aristocracy, And An Alien Church, And In Addition The Weakest Executive In The World. That Is The Irish Question.

The Services In Wartime Are Fit Only For Desperadoes, But In Peace Are Only Fit For Fools.

The Pursuit Of Science Leads Only To The Insoluble.

Despair Is The Conclusion Of Fools.

The Character Of A Woman Rapidly Develops After Marriage, And Sometimes Seems To Change, When In Fact It Is Only Complete.