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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.
Every abuse ought to be reformed, unless the reform is more dangerous than the abuse itself.
Every abuse ought to be reformed, unless the reform is more dangerous than the abuse itself.
At twenty a man is full of fight and hope. He wants to reform the world. When he is seventy read more
At twenty a man is full of fight and hope. He wants to reform the world. When he is seventy he still wants to reform the world, but he knows he can't.
Be willing to make decisions. That's the most important quality in a good leader. Don't fall victim to what I read more
Be willing to make decisions. That's the most important quality in a good leader. Don't fall victim to what I call the "ready-aim-aim-aim syndrome." You must be willing to fire.
What is a man born for but to be a reformer, a remaker of what has been made, a denouncer read more
What is a man born for but to be a reformer, a remaker of what has been made, a denouncer of lies, a restorer of truth and good?
Cautious, careful people, always casting about to preserve their
reputation and social standing, never can bring about a reform. read more
Cautious, careful people, always casting about to preserve their
reputation and social standing, never can bring about a reform.
Those who are really in earnest must be willing to be anything or
nothing in the world's estimation.
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.
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.
Every day silence harvests its victims. Silence is a mortal illness.
Every day silence harvests its victims. Silence is a mortal illness.