O Poor Mortals, How Ye Make This

Little Other Than A Red Tape Talking-machine, And Unhappy Bag Of Parliamentary Eloquence.

Let Me Have My Own Way In Exactly Everything And A Sunnier And Pleasanter Creature Does Not Exist.

Rest Is For The Dead.

Stop A Moment, Cease Your Work, And Look Around You.

Great Is Journalism. Is Not Every Able Editor A Ruler Of The World, Being The Persuader Of It?