Once Admit That We Have The Right

Memory Heaps Dead Leaves On Corpse-like Deeds, From Under Which They Do But Vaguely Offend The Sense.

Love! Beyond Measure — Beyond Death — It Nearly Kills. But One Wouldn't Have Been Without It.

There Is One Rule For Politicians All Over The World: Don't Say In Power What You Say In Opposition; If You Do, You Only Have To Carry Out What The Other Fellows Have Found Impossible.

Justice Is A Machine That, When Some One Has Once Given It The Starting Push, Rolls On Of Itself.

Love Is Not A Hot-house Flower, But A Wild Plant, Born Of A Wet Night, Born Of An Hour Of Sunshine; Sprung From Wild Seed, Blown Along The Road By A Wild Wind. A Wild Plant That, When It Blooms By Chance Within The Hedge Of Our Gardens, We Call A Flower; And When It Blooms Outside We Call A Weed; But, Flower Or Weed, Whose Scent And Colour Are Always, Wild!