The Strong Are So Stupid.

An Efficiency-regime Cannot Be Run Without A Few Heroes Stuck About It To Carry Off The Dullness - Much As Plums Have To Be Put Into Bad Pudding To Make It Palatable.

I Won't Be Protected. I Will Choose For Myself What Is Ladylike And Right. To Shield Me Is An Insult.

Truth Is A Flower In Whose Neighbourhood Others Must Wither.

It Was Unbearable, And He Thought Again, 'how Unhappy I Am!' And Became Happier.

Reformers Who Are Obsessed With Purity And Cannot See That Their Obsession Is Impure.