And Yet Without Labour There Were No

Evil, Once Manfully Fronted, Ceases To Be Evil; There Is Generous Battle-hope In Place Of Dead, Passive Misery; The Evil Itself Has Become A Kind Of Good.

Great Is Journalism. Is Not Every Able Editor A Ruler Of The World, Being The Persuader Of It?

A Laugh, To Be Joyous, Must Flow From A Joyous Heart, For Without Kindness, There Can Be No True Joy.

Parties On The Back Of Parties, At War With The World And With Each Other.

I've Got A Great Ambition To Die Of Exhaustion Rather Than Boredom.