Nations Touch At Their Summits.

In My Youth I Hoped To Do Great Things; Now I Shall Be Satisfied To Get Through Without Scandal.

When Great Questions End, Little Parties Begin.

No Real English Gentleman, In His Secret Soul, Was Ever Sorry For The Death Of A Political Economist.

The Cure For Admiring The House Of Lords Is To Go And Look At It.

Great And Terrible Systems Of Divinity And Philosophy Lie Round About Us, Which, If True, Might Drive A Wise Man Mad.