"As you may imagine, my supply of information here is plentiful.

If those things should come that we know of, it is my firm belief that with some reasonable yet nominal considerations, this Government will never lend itself to war." "You really believe that ?" she asked earnestly.
"I do," her companion assured her.

"I try to be fair in my judgments.
London is a pleasant city to live in, and English people are agreeable and well-bred, but they are a people absolutely without vital impulses.
Patriotism belongs to their poetry books.

Indolence has stagnated their blood.

They are like a nation under a spell, with their faces turned towards the pleasant and desirable things.