For no one, in our long decline,So dusty, spiteful and divided,Had quite such pleasant friends as mine,Or loved them half as much as I did. [stanza 3]The library was most inviting:The books upon the crowded shelvesWere mainly of our private writing:We kept a school and taught ourselves. [stanza 15]From quiet homes and first beginning,Out to the undiscovered ends,Theres nothing worth the wear of winning,But laughter and the love of friends. [stanza 22]You do retain the song we set,And how it rises, trips and scans?You keep the sacred memory yet,Republicans? Republicans?[stanza 36]

I'm tired of love; I'm still more tired of rhyme; but money gives me pleasure all the time.

Oh, you should never, never doubt what nobody is sure about.

The whole art of the political speech is to put 'nothing' into it. It is much more difficult than it sounds.

When I am dead, I hope it may be said: His sins were scarlet, but his books were read.

Statistics are the triumph of the quantitative method, and the quantitative method is the victory of sterility and death.

The restoration of property would be a complicated, arduous and presumably a lengthy business; the transformation of a Capitalist Society into a Communist one needs nothing but the extension of existing conditions.