That Monstrous Tuberosity Of Civilised Life, The

Heroes Have Gone Out; Quacks Have Come In; The Reign Of Quacks Has Not Ended With The Nineteenth Century. The Sceptre Is Held With A Firmer Grasp; The Empire Has A Wider Boundary. We Are All The Slaves Of Quackery In One Shape Or Another. Indeed, One Portion Of Our Being Is Always Playing The Successful Quack To The Other.

A Frightful Dialect For The Stupid, The Pedant And Dullard Sort.

The Times Are Very Bad. Very Well, You Are There To Make Them Better.

Conviction Is Worthless Unless It Is Converted Into Conduct.

Speech Is Silver, Silence Is Golden.