A schoolmaster should have an atmosphere of awe, and walk wonderingly, as if he was amazed at being himself.

A schoolmaster should have an atmosphere of awe, and walk wonderingly, as if he was amazed at being himself.

Listen! John A. Logan is the Head Centre, the Hub, the King Pin,
the Main Spring, Mogul, and Mugwump read more

Listen! John A. Logan is the Head Centre, the Hub, the King Pin,
the Main Spring, Mogul, and Mugwump of the final plot by which
partisanship was installed in the Commission.

I made a compact with myself that in my person literature should
stand by itself, of itself, and for read more

I made a compact with myself that in my person literature should
stand by itself, of itself, and for itself.

One of the greatest Romans, when asked where were his politics,
replied, "Imperium et libertas." That would not make read more

One of the greatest Romans, when asked where were his politics,
replied, "Imperium et libertas." That would not make a bad
programme for a British Ministry.

Do not trust the horse, Trojans! Whatever it is, I fear the Greeks, even though they bring gifts. - Aeneid, read more

Do not trust the horse, Trojans! Whatever it is, I fear the Greeks, even though they bring gifts. - Aeneid, The.

Author: A fool, who, not content with having bored those who have lived with him, insists on tormenting the generations read more

Author: A fool, who, not content with having bored those who have lived with him, insists on tormenting the generations to come.

Beauty is but a flower,Which wrinkles will devour;Brightness falls from the air;Queens have died young and fair;Dust hath closed Helen's read more

Beauty is but a flower,Which wrinkles will devour;Brightness falls from the air;Queens have died young and fair;Dust hath closed Helen's eye.I am sick, I must die;Lord have mercy on us. - Song in Time of Pestilence.

For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,And breathed in the face of the foe as he read more

For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,And breathed in the face of the foe as he pass'd;And the eyes of the sleepers wax'd deadly and chill,And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still! - Destruction of Sennacherib, The.

Men say I am a saint losing himself in politics. The fact is that I am a politician trying my read more

Men say I am a saint losing himself in politics. The fact is that I am a politician trying my hardest to become a saint.