Wild men, screaming through the keyholes.

A young man who isn't a socialist hasn't got a heart; an old man who is a socialist hasn't got a head.

Aristrocracy is like cheese. The older it is the higher it becomes.

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.

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 either Christ or chaos.

The finest eloquence is that which gets things done.