Protection is not a principle but an expedient
The fool wonders, the wise man asks.
If you're not very clever you should be conciliatory.
O Music! Miraculous art! A blast of thy trumpet and millions rush forward to die; a peal of thy organ and uncounted nations sink down to pray.
That soul-subduing sentiment, harshly called flirtation, which is the spell of a country house.
A member of Parliament to Disraeli: 'Sir, you will either die on the gallows or of some unspeakable disease.' That depends, Sir,' said Disraeli, 'whether I embrace your policies or your mistress.