Ah, Ireland... That damnable, delightful country, where everything that is right is the opposite of what it ought to be.

Something unpleasant is coming when men are anxious to tell the truth.

Rothschild is the lord and master of the money markerts of the world and virtually lord and master of everything else.

We are taught words, not ideas.

That soul-subduing sentiment, harshly called flirtation, which is the spell of a country house.

It is useless to deny, and impossible to conceal, that a great part of Europe, the whole of Italy and France, and a great portion of Germany, to say nothing of other countries - is covered with a network of these secret societies, just as the superfices of the Earth are being covered with railroads.

The unfortunate are always egotistical.