Sugar is gone; silk has gone; iron is threatened; wool is threatened; cotton will go! How long are you going to stand it? At the present moment these industries...are like sheep in a field.

If we fail, let us try again and again until we succeed.

In politics, there is no use looking beyond the next fortnight.

We are not downhearted, but we cannot understand what is happening to our neighbours.

London is the clearing-house of the world.

Provided that the City of London remains, as it is at present, the clearing-house of the world, any other nation may be its workshop.

The day of small nations has passed away; the day of Empires has come.

In great deeds something abides.

Lord Salisbury constitutes himself the spokesman of a class, of the class to which he himself belongs, who'toil not neither do they spin'.

On great fields something stays.

Learn to think impartially.

I lean against my sister's shoulder. "I thought lightning wasn't supposed to strike in the same place twice.""Sure it does, " Izzy tells me. "But only if you're too dumb to move.

For me, if I can design beautiful things that have the price be lower, I am thrilled.

This is the age othe common man, they tell us-a title which any man may claim to the extent osuch distinction as he has managed not to achieve.

If I gave America any kind of hope or any kind of inspiration, I really want to say thank you for allowing me to continue doing that week after week.

I began to write poetry when I was about four years old. In other words, I've always been writing poetry.

... orders come from the work, not work from the orders.

I think it's always harder in a film to convey intimacy.

We're all looking at the people around us, the people who have gone before us who have succeeded in recovery and have long-term sobriety and they are an illustration for us of how good it can be.

I think e-mail and social media and all that has made me feel way less isolated than ever before.

To have a sense of sin means to feel guilty at there being an ethical choice to make, a guilt which, however "good" I may become, remains unchanged.