Oh, give us the man who sings at his work.
A word spoken in season, at the right moment; is the mother of ages.
Blessed be the God's voice; for it is true, and falsehoods have to cease before it!
In books lies the soul fo the whole past time.
We are not altogether here to tolerate. We are here to resist, to control and vanquish withal.
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.