John Morley: “If England were to enter into a righteous war, her resources were inexhaustible.”

I think they will commit a great error if they take this course.

There lay Ireland,—squalid, dismal, sullen, dull, expectant, sunk deep in hostile intent.

Turgot was one of the men to whom good government is a religion.

But the Poet Laureate has written his own song on the hearts of his countrymen that can never die.