John Morley: “France has thrown off the Empire, but the statesmen of the republic are not a great breed.”

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

We do not know how to leave India, and therefore let us see if we know how to govern it.

The omnipotent though not omniscient divinity called public opinion intervened.

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