But It Is My Happiness To Be

Luck Relies On Chance, Labor On Character.

I've Seen The Smiling Of Fortune Beguiling, I've Felt All Its Favours And Found Its Decay; Sweet Was Its Blessing, Kind Its Caressing, But Now It Is Fled, Fled Far, Far Away.

The People Of The Two Nations, French And English, Must Be Brought Into Mutual Dependence By The Supply Of Each Other's Wants. There Is No Other Way Of Counteracting The Antagonism Of Language And Race. It Is God's Own Method Of Producing An Entente Cordiale, And No Other Plan Is Worth A Farthing.

I Am Not Accustomed To Pay Fulsome Compliments To The English, By Telling Them That They Are Superior To All The World; But This I Can Say, That They Do Not Deserve The Name Of Cowards.

I Believe That The Harm Which Mill Has Done To The World By The Passage In His Book On Political Economy In Which He Favours The Principle Of Protection In Young Communities, Has Outweighed All The Good Which May Have Been Caused By His Other Writings.