Early in his speech he had waved aside the umbrella which a supporter was holding over him, and regardless of the rain, he stood out in the full glare of the reflected gaslight, a ponderous, powerful figure.
"No one can accuse me," he cried, "of being a pessimist.

Throughout my life I have striven personally, and politically, to look upon the brightest side of things.

But I count it a crime to shut one's eyes to the cloud in the sky, even though it be no larger than a man's hand.
Years ago that cloud was there for those who would to see.

To-day it looms over us, a black and threatening peril, and those who, ostrich-like, still hide their heads in the sand, are the men upon whose consciences must rest in the future the responsibility for those evil things which are even now upon us.

Theories are evil things, but when theory and fact are at variance, give me fact.