Unlimited Power Corrupts The Possessor.

Surely The Principles Of Christianity Lead To Action As Well As Meditation.

The Poorest Man May, In His Cottage, Bid Defiance To All The Forces Of The Crown. It May Be Frail, Its Roof May Shake; The Wind May Blow Though It; The Storm May Enter; The Rain May Enter; But The King Of England May Not Enter; All His Force Dares Not Cross The Threshold Of The Ruined Tenement.

I Think I Could Eat One Of Bellamy's Veal Pies.

If I Were An American, As I Am An Englishman, While A Foreign Troop Was Landed In My Country, I Never Would Lay Down My Arms Never Never Never!

Don't Talk To Me About A Man's Being Able To Talk Sense; Everyone Can Talk Sense. Can He Talk Nonsense?