There Is No Index Of Character So

A Sophistical Rhetorician, Inebriated With The Exuberance Of His Own Verbosity, And Gifted With An Egotistical Imagination That Can At All Times Command An Interminable And Inconsistent Series Of Arguments To Malign An Opponent And To Glorify Himself.

I Will Sit Down Now, But The Time Will Come When You Will Hear Me.

There Is No Waste Of Time Like Making Excuses.

You Have Proved It Is A Very Moral Habit.

Lady Lytton Rules Her Husband, But That I Suppose Is Always The Case Where Marriages Are What Is Called 'happy'.