Let Us Set Up A Standard Around

Fancy Cutting Down All Those Beautiful Trees...to Make Pulp For Those Bloody Newspapers, And Calling It Civilisation.

If A Woman Has "it," She Doesn't Need Anything Else; But If She Doesn't Have "it," It Doesn't Matter What Else She Has.

So Long As I Am Acting From Duty And Conviction, I Am Indifferent To Taunts And Jeers. I Think They Will Probably Do Me More Good Than Harm.

We (the British) Have Not Journeyed Across The Centuries, Across The Oceans, Across The Mountains, Across The Prairies, Because We Are Made Of Sugar Candy.

Solitary Trees, If They Grow At All, Grow Strong.