It is quite time that our children were taught a little more about their country, for shame's sake.

Beer makes you feel the way you ought to feel without beer.

It is quite time that our children were taught a little more about their country, for shame's sake.

Oh, my ways are strange ways and new ways and old ways, And deep ways and steep ways and high ways and low, I'm at home and at ease on a track that I know not, And restless and lost on a road that I know.

I’ve never seen anyone rehabilitated by punishment.

The children are taught more of the meanest state in Europe than of the country they are born and bred in, despite the singularity of its characteristics, the interest of its history, the rapidity of its advance, and the stupendous promise of its future.

Who says Australia offers not a home for every poor Englishman, or any other countryman that finds his way to our shores? And what sort of thanks do we get for it?