Politics Are A Very Unsatisfactory Game.

From Earliest Childhood The Boy Was Accustomed To Feel That, For Him, Life Was Double. Winter And Summer, Town And Country, Law And Liberty, Were Hostile, And The Man Who Pretended They Were Not, Was In His Eyes A Schoolmaster -- That Is, A Man Employed To Tell Lies To Little Boys.

Friends Are Born, Not Made.

Only On The Edge Of The Grave Can Man Conclude Anything.

My Rule In Making Up Examination Questions Is To Ask Questions Which I Can't Myself Answer. It Astounds Me To See How Some Of My Students Answer Questions Which Would Play The Deuce With Me.

The Hymns Of David, The Plays Of Shakespeare, The Metaphysics Of Descartes, The Crimes Of Borgia, The Virtues Of Antonine, The Atheism Of Yesterday And The Materialism Of Today, Were All Emanations Of Divine Thought, Doing Their Appointed Work. It Was The Duty Of The Church To Deal With Them All, Not As Though They Existed Through A Power Hostile To The Deity, But As Instruments Of The Deity To Work Out His Unrevealed Ends.