The Only Reason For The Existence Of

You Are Good For Nothing Unless You Are Clever.

We Care What Happens To People Only In Proportion As We Know What People Are.

Oxford Lends Sweetness To Labour And Dignity To Leisure.

He Is The Same Old Sausage, Fizzing And Sputtering In His Own Grease.

People Can Be In General Pretty Well Trusted, Of Course--with The Clock Of Their Freedom Ticking As Loud As It Seems To Do Here--to Keep An Eye On The Fleeting Hour.