The government are behaving like a bevy of maiden aunts who have fallen among buccaneers.

Liberty has restraints but no frontiers.

It is always too late, or too little, or both. And that is the road to disaster.

Once blood is shed in a national quarrel reason and right are swept aside by the rage of angry men.

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.

Doctinaires are the vultures of principle. They feed upon principle after it is dead.

The finest eloquence is that which gets things done.