This Souls'prison We Call England.

No Question Is So Difficult To Answer As That To Which The Answer Is Obvious.

Kings Are Not Born: They Are Made By Artificial Hallucination.

Man Gives Every Reason For His Conduct Save One, Every Excuse For His Crimes Save One, Every Plea For His Safety Save One; And That One Is His Cowardice

And So, To The End Of History, Murder Shall Breed Murder, Always In The Name Of Right And Honor And Peace, Until The Gods Are Tired Of Blood And Create A Race That Can Understand.

I'm Only A Beer Teetotaler, Not A Champagne Teetotaler; I Don't Like Beer.