One can use beautiful phrases, can idealise with a certain amount of logic, and can actually achieve things." Julian shrugged his shoulders.
"I think we are all a little blind," he remarked, "to the danger in which we stand through the great prosperity of Labour to-day." The Bishop leaned across the table.
"You have been reading Fiske this week." "Did I quote ?" Julian asked carelessly.

"I have a wretched memory.

I should never dare to become a politician.

I should always be passing off other people's phrases as my own." "Fiske is quite right in his main contention," Mr.Stenson interposed.
"The war is rapidly creating a new class of bourgeoisie.

The very differences in the earning of skilled labourers will bring trouble before long--the miner with his fifty or sixty shillings, and the munition worker with his seven or eight pounds--men drawn from the same class." "England," declared the Earl, indulging in his favourite speech, "was never so contented as when wages were at their lowest." "Those days will never come again," Mr.Hannaway Wells foretold grimly.
"The working man has tasted blood.