The stern hand of fate has scourged us to an elevation where we can se >>
What is our task? To make Britain a fit country for heroes to live in. >>
There is nothing so fatal to character as half finished tasks. >>
Poverty, of course, is no disgrace, but it is damned annoying. >>
Oh, God! that bread should be so dear! And flesh and blood so cheap! >>
The greatest evils and the worst of crimes is poverty; our first duty, >>
Four specters haunt the Poor -- Old Age, Accident, Sickness and Unemployment. We are going to exorcise them. We are going to drive hunger from the hearth. We mean to banish the workhouse from the horizon of every workman in the land.