If We Win, Nobody Will Care. If

A Hopeful Disposition Is Not The Sole Qualification To Be A Prophet.

No One Should Waste A Day.

A Little Mouse Of Thought Appears In The Room, And Even The Mightiest Potentates Are Thrown Into Panic. They Make Frantic Efforts To Bar Our Thoughts And Words; They Are Afraid Of The Workings Of The Human Mind.

Elections Exist For The Sake Of The House Of Commons And Not The House Of Commons For The Sake Of Elections.

A Single Glass Of Champagne Imparts A Feeling Of Exhilaration. The Nerves Are Braced; The Imagination Is Stirred, The Wits Become More Nimble.