Speech is human, silence is divine, yet also brutish and dead: therefore we must learn both arts.

Little other than a red tape Talking-machine, and unhappy Bag of Parliamentary Eloquence.

We call it a Society; and go about professing openly the totalest separation, isolation. Our life is not a mutual helpfulness; but rather, cloaked under due laws-of-war, named fair competition and so forth, it is a mutual hostility.

Parliament will train you to talk; and above all things to hear, with patience, unlimited quantities of foolish talk.

Speech is human, silence is divine, yet also brutish and dead: therefore we must learn both arts.

He who could foresee affairs three days in advance would be rich for thousands of years.

Pin your faith to no ones sleeves, haven't you two eyes of your own.