Utopia's Quite Another Land; In Her Enterprising

The Idiot Who Praises, With Enthusiastic Tone, All Centuries But This, And Every Country But His Own.

I'm Really Very Sorry For You All, But It's An Unjust World, And Virtue Is Triumphant Only In Theatrical Performances.

The Privilege And Pleasure That We Treasure Beyond Measure Is To Run On Little Errands For The Ministers Of State.

Poverty Is Obsolete And Hunger Is Abolished

I Am A Courtier Grave And Serious Who Is About To Kiss Your Hand: Try To Combine A Pose Imperious With A Demeanour Nobly Bland.