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I Would Rather Be Kept Alive In The Efficient If Cold Altruism Of A Large Hospital Than Expire In A Gush Of Warm Sympathy In A Small One.

You Call That Statesmanship. I Call It An Emotional Spasm.

This Island Is Made Mainly Of Coal And Surrounded By Fish. Only An Organizing Genius Could Produce A Shortage Of Coal And Fish At The Same Time.

It Is An Axiom, Enforced By All The Experience Of The Ages, That They Who Rule Industrially Will Rule Politically.

Damn It All You Can't Have The Crown Of Thorns And The Thirty Pieces Of Silver.