I Am One Of The Few Men

A Man May Be A Tough, Concentrated, Successful Moneymaker And Never Contribute To His Country Anything More Than A Horrible Example. A Manager May Be Tough And Practical, Squeezing Out, While The Going Is Good, The Last Ounce Of Profit And Dividend, And May Leave Behind Him An Exhausted Industry And A Legacy Of Industrial Hatred. A Tough Manager May Never Look Outside His Own Factory Walls Or Be Conscious Of His Partnership In A Wider World. I Often Wonder What Strange Cud Such Men Sit Chewing When Their Working Days Are Over, And The Accumulating Riches Of The Mind Have Eluded Them.

The Long-established And Noble Rule Of Law, One Of The Greatest Products Of The Character And Tradition Of British History, Has Suffered A Deadly Blow. Blackmail Has Become Respectable.

Never Take Any Notice Of Anonymous Letters, Unless You Get A Few Thousand On The Same Subject.

Considering The Company I Keep In This Place, That Is Hardly Surprising.

It Is A Simple But Sometimes Forgotten Truth That The Greatest Enemy To Present Joy And High Hopes Is The Cultivation Of Retrospective Bitterness.