Alcohol Is The Anesthesia By Which We

The One Point On Which All Women Are In Furious Secret Rebellion Against The Existing Law Is The Saddling Of The Right To A Child With The Obligation To Become The Servant Of A Man.

A Soldier Is An Anachronism Of Which We Must Get Rid.

In Your Salvation Shelter I Saw Poverty, Misery, Cold And Hunger. You Gave Them Bread And Treacle And Dreams Of Heaven. I Give From Thirty Shillings A Week To Twelve Thousand A Year. They Find Their Own Dreams; But I Look After The Drainage.

Without Music We Shall Surely Perish Of Drink, Morphia, And All Sorts Of Artificial Exaggerations Of The Cruder Delights Of The Senses.

God's Trustiest Lieutenants Often Lack Official Credentials. They May Be Professed Atheists Who Are Also Men Of Honour And High Public Spirit.