I am depressed rather at the wave of brutality sweeping over the country.
I recognise that Socialism has ended its purely theoretical course, and that the hour to construct has come.
You come before me this morning with clean hands and clean collars. I want you to have clean tongues, clean manners, clean morals and clean characters.
Why four great powers should fight over Serbia no fellow can understand.
The Thames is liquid history.
The men who made the war were profuse in their praises of the man who kicked the P.M. out of his office and now degrades by his disloyal, dishonest and lying presence the greatest office in the State.
The Gentlemen of England serve under the greatest cad in Europe.
My duty is clear and at all costs will be done.
Judge men less by the labels they wear than by their persistent labour for sure if slow progress.
Individual effort is almost relatively impossible to cope with the big problem of poverty as we see it.
Don't hustle old people.
I want the municipality to be a helping hand to the man with a desire of sympathy, to help the fallen when it is not in their power to help themselves.
For the moment and for some time great events have been denied me, forward action not come my way.
I neither drink nor smoke, because my schoolmaster impressed upon me three cardinal virtues; cleanliness in person, cleanliness in mind; temperance.
I must firmly adhere to the views I have held and practice, that Socialism to succeed must be practical, tolerant, cohesive and consciously compromising with Progressive forces running, if not so far, in parallel lines towards its own goal.