October gave a party; The leaves by hundreds came - The Chestnuts, Oaks, and Maples, And leaves of every name. The Sunshine spread a carpet, And everything was grand, Miss Weather led the dancing, Professor Wind the band.

Just remember, there comes a time when the party isn’t a party anymore; it’s your life.

Like other parties of the kind, it was first silent, then talky, then argumentative, then disputatious, then unintelligible, then altogether, then inarticulate, and then drunk. When we had reached the last step of this glorious ladder, it was difficult to get down again without stumbling!

The best party is but a kind of conspiracy against the rest of the nation.

Because of the high level of mistrust, no party is going to take a step unless they know something else is going to happen and so on down the line,

These all are attempts to protect the weak party against other political powers. They are afraid of the Brothers and they are afraid of all potential political power. They are so weak that they put all other political powers under siege.