Despair Is The Conclusion Of Fools.

To Be Famous When You Are Young Is The Fortune Of The Gods.

I Think There Is Nothing More Lovely Than The Love Of Two Beautiful Women Who Are Not Envious Of Each Other's Charms.

What Art Was To The Ancient World, Science Is To The Modern: The Distinctive Faculty. In The Minds Of Men The Useful Has Succeeded To The Beautiful. Instead Of The City Of The Violet Crown, A Lancashire Village Has Expanded Into A Mighty Region Of Factories And Warehouses. Yet, Rightly Understood, Manchester Is As Great A Human Exploit; As Athens.

The Noble Lord Is The Rupert Of Debate.

I Am Myself A Gentleman Of The Press, And Have No Other Escutcheon.