That a Parliament, especially a Parliament with Newspaper Reporters firmly established in it, is an entity which by its very nature cannot do work, but can do talk only.

It is a strange trade that of advocacy. Your intellect, your highest heavenly gift is hung up in the shop window like a loaded pistol for sale.

Work is the grand cure of all the maladies and miseries that ever beset mankind.

Show me the man you honor, and I will know what kind of man you are.

Metaphysics is the attempt of the mind to rise above the mind.

Who is it that loves me and will love me forever with an affection which no chance, no misery, no crime of mine can do away? It is you, my mother.

All true work is sacred.