The Spirit Is An Inward Flame; A

If Kitchener Was Not A Great Man, He Was, At Least, A Great Poster.

I Was Born In The Country Of Hogg And Scott Between The Yarrow And The Tweed, In The Year 1864.

I Have No Face, Only Two Profiles Clapped Together.

I Have Been Devoured All My Life By An Incurable And Burning Impatience: And To This Day Find All Oratory, Biography, Operas, Films, Plays, Books, And Persons, Too Long.

He's Very Clever, But Sometimes His Brains Go To His Head.