Great Socialist statesmen aren't made, they're still-born.

The revenge of an elder sister may be long in coming, but, like a South-Eastern express, it arrives in its own good time.

Find yourself a cup; the teapot is behind you. Now tell me about hundreds of things.

It is one of the consolations of middle aged reformers that the good that they inculcate must live after them if it is to live at all.

The man is a common murderer. A common murderer, possible, but a very uncommon cook.

No one can be an unbeliever nowadays. The Christian apologists have left one nothing to disbelieve.

Mother, may I go and maffick, Tear around and hinder traffic?