There Is No Wisdom Like Frankness.

Grief Is The Agony Of An Instant. The Indulgence Of Grief The Blunder Of A Life.

For Nearly Five Years The Present Ministers Have Harassed Every Trade, Worried Every Profession, And Assailed Or Menaced Every Class, Institution, And Species Of Property In The Country. Occasionally They Have Varied This State Of Civil Warfare By Perpetrating Some Job Which Outraged Public Opinion, Or By Stumbling Into Mistakes Which Have Been Always Discreditable, And Sometimes Ruinous. All This They Call A Policy, And Seem Quite Proud Of It; But The Country Has, I Think, Made Up Its Mind To Close This Career Of Plundering And Blundering.

The Art Of Governing Mankind By Deceiving Them.

The Italians Say It Is Not Necessary To Be A Stag; But We Ought Not To Be A Tortoise.

Seeing Much, Suffering Much, And Studying Much, Are The Three Pillars Of Learning.