Mark Twain

Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.

The first of April is the day we remember what we are the other 364 days of the year.

I don't give a damn for a man that can only spell a word one way.

I don't like to get in front of people.

I feel sorry for generations of Labour voters and supporters who must look and wonder what on earth has gone wrong and what Labour is for.

The patriot who feels himself in the service of God, who acknowledges Him in all his ways, has the promise of Almighty direction, and will find His Word in his greatest darkness.