In all the woes that curse our race there is a lady in the case.

A popular speaker, however unpopular and insignificant, has only to wind up his speech with half-a-dozen lines of Shakespeare (and to make it clearly understood that they are Shakespeare's) and he will sit down amid thunders of applause.

The idiot who praises, with enthusiastic tone, All centuries but this, and every country but his own.

Man is nature's sole mistake.

When in that House MPs divide/If they've a brain and cerebellum, too/They've got to leave that brain outside/And vote just as their leaders tell 'em to.

In the discovery of secret things and in the investigation of hidden causes, stronger reasons are obtained from sure experiments and demonstrated arguments than from probable conjectures and the opinions of philosophical speculators of the common sort.

Oh, wouldn't the world seem dull and flat with nothing whatever to grumble at?