There Is Nothing So Fatal To Character

Four Specters Haunt The Poor - Old Age, Accident, Sickness And Unemployment. We Are Going To Exorcise Them. We Are Going To Drive Hunger From The Hearth. We Mean To Banish The Workhouse From The Horizon Of Every Workman In The Land.

He Has Sat On The Fence So Long That The Iron Has Entered His Soul.

The Stern Hand Of Fate Has Scourged Us To An Elevation Where We Can See The Great Everlasting Things Which Matter For A Nation - The Great Peaks We Had Forgotten, Of Honor, Duty, Patriotism, And Clad In Glittering White, The Great Pinnacle Of Sacrifice Pointing Like A Rugged Finger To Heaven.

It Is Always Too Late, Or Too Little, Or Both. And That Is The Road To Disaster.

[proportional Representation Is A] Device For Defeating Democracy, The Principle Of Which Was That The Majority Should Rule, And For Bringing Faddists Of All Kinds Into Parliament, And Establishing Groups And Disintegrating Parties.