I Am Myself A Gentleman Of The

A Sophistical Rhetorician, Inebriated With The Exuberance Of His Own Verbosity, And Gifted With An Egotistical Imagination That Can At All Times Command An Interminable And Inconsistent Series Of Arguments To Malign An Opponent And To Glorify Himself.

Seeing Much, Suffering Much, And Studying Much, Are The Three Pillars Of Learning.

This Is The Third Time That, In The Course Of Six Years, During Which I Have Had The Lead Of The Opposition In The House Of Commons, I Have Stormed The Treasury Benches: Twice, Fruitlessly, The Third Time With A Tin Kettle To My Tail Which Rendered The Race Hopeless. You Cannot, Therefore, Be Surprised, That I Am A Little Wearied Of These Barren Victories, Which Like Alma, Inkerman, And Balaclava, May Be Glorious But Are Certainly Nothing More.

Were It Not For Music, We Might In These Days Say, The Beautiful Is Dead.

I Am A Conservative To Preserve All That Is Good In Our Constitution, A Radical To Remove All That Is Bad.