Suppose, My Dear Chadd, Suppose It Is

If A Man Would Make His World Large, He Must Be Always Making Himself Small.

I Have No Right To Think For Myself. I Have No Right To Think At All.

There Should Be A Burnished Tablet Let Into The Ground On The Spot Where Some Courageous Man First Ate Stilton Cheese, And Survived.

We Are Passing Into A Social Phase In Which Unless A Heroic Effort Is Made For Human Dignity And Freedom, Gold Will Be The Sole Method Of Government And Therefore The Sole Standard Of Manners.

It Is Hard To Make Government Representative When It Is Also Remote.