We Want A Few Mad

People Are Always Blaming Their Circumstances For What They Are. I Don't Believe In Circumstances.

What Is Wrong With The Prosaic Englishman Is What Is Wrong With The Prosaic Men Of All Countries: Stupidity.

He Who Can, Does. He Who Cannot, Teaches.

When We Want To Read Of The Deeds That Are Done For Love, Whither Do We Turn? To The Murder Column.

All Classes In Proportion To Their Lack Of Travel And Familiarity With Foreign Literature Are Bellicose, Prejudiced Against Foreigners, Fond Of Fighting As A Cruel Sport - In Short, Dog-like In Their Notions Of Foreign Policy.