All Bayonets Are Bad.

The Idiot Who Praises, With Enthusiastic Tone, All Centuries But This, And Every Country But His Own.

Bow, Bow, Ye Lower Middle Classes! Bow, Bow, Ye Tradesmen, Bow, Ye Masses!

The Privilege And Pleasure That We Treasure Beyond Measure Is To Run On Little Errands For The Ministers Of State.

I Know Everybody's Income And What Everybody Earns, And I Carefully Compare It With The Income-tax Returns

And That Singular Anomaly, The Lady Novelist-- I Don't Think She'd Be Missed--i'm Sure She'd Not Be Missed!