Delay In Justice Is Injustice.

The Wise Become As The Unwise In The Enchanted Chambers Of Power, Whose Lamps Make Every Face The Same Colour.

Cats Like Men Are Flatterers.

That Which Moveth The Heart Most Is The Best Poetry; It Comes Nearest Unto God, The Source Of All Power.

Ah What Avails The Sceptred Race, Ah What The Form Divine! What Every Virtue, Every Grace! Rose Aylmer, All Were Thine. Rose Aylmer, Whom These Wakeful Eyes May Weep, But Never See, A Night Of Memories And Of Sighs I Consecrate To Thee.

There Is No Eloquence Which Does Not Agitate The Soul.