Then there was a maiden speech, so inaudible, that it was doubted whether, after all, the young orator really did lose his virginity.

A dark horse, which had never been thought of, and which the careless St. James had never even observed in the list, rushed past the grandstand in sweeping tri…

We are indeed a nation of shopkeepers.

Every man has a right to be conceited until he is successful.

P.S. No more public scatology.

Her every tone is music's own, Like those of morning birds, And something more than melody Dwells ever in her words.

I mean, look, no matter how you feel about Bush, watching him speak is difficult. It's like- it's like watching a drunk man cross an icy street.