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A reformer is a man who rides through a sewer in a glass-bottomed boat.
A reformer is a man who rides through a sewer in a glass-bottomed boat.
The oyster-women lock'd their fish up,
And trudged away to cry, No Bishop.
The oyster-women lock'd their fish up,
And trudged away to cry, No Bishop.
The broad mass of a nation . . . will more easily fall victim to a big lie than to read more
The broad mass of a nation . . . will more easily fall victim to a big lie than to a small one.
Act, if you like, but you do it at your peril. Men's actions are too strong for them. Show me read more
Act, if you like, but you do it at your peril. Men's actions are too strong for them. Show me a man who has acted and who has not been the victim and slave of his action.
My desolation does begin to make
A better life.
My desolation does begin to make
A better life.
All reformers are bachelors.
All reformers are bachelors.
I do not mean to be disrespectful, but the attempt of the Lords
to stop the progress of reform, read more
I do not mean to be disrespectful, but the attempt of the Lords
to stop the progress of reform, reminds me very forcibly of the
great storm of Sidmouth, and of the conduct of the excellent Mrs.
Partington on that occasion. In the winter of 1824, there set in
a great flood upon that town--the tide rose to an incredible
height: the waves rushed in upon the houses, and everything was
threatened with destruction. In the midst of this sublime and
terrible storm, Dame Partington, who lived upon the beach, was
seen at the door of her house with mop and pattens, trundling her
mop, squeezing out the sea water, and vigorously pushing away the
Atlantic Ocean. The Atlantic was roused. Mrs. Partington's
spirit was up; but I need not tell you that the contest was
unequal. The Atlantic Ocean beat Mrs. Partington. She was
excellent at a slop or a puddle, but she should not have meddled
with a tempest.
To reform a man, you must begin with his grandmother.
To reform a man, you must begin with his grandmother.
Every day silence harvests its victims. Silence is a mortal illness.
Every day silence harvests its victims. Silence is a mortal illness.
