Unlimited Power Corrupts The Possessor.

I Think I Could Eat One Of Bellamy's Veal Pies.

Unlimited Power Corrupts The Possessor.

The Poorest Man May, In His Cottage, Bid Defiance To All The Forces Of The Crown. It May Be Frail, Its Roof May Shake; The Wind May Blow Though It; The Storm May Enter; The Rain May Enter; But The King Of England May Not Enter; All His Force Dares Not Cross The Threshold Of The Ruined Tenement.

If I Were An American, As I Am An Englishman, While A Foreign Troop Was Landed In My Country, I Never Would Lay Down My Arms Never Never Never!

Confidence Is A Plant Of Slow Growth In An Aged Bosom.