A nation will not count the sacrifice it makes, if it supposes it is engaged in a struggle for its fame, its influence and its existence.
You can tell the strength of a nation by the women behind its men.
Despair is the conclusion of fools.
He thinks posterity is a pack-horse, always ready to be loaded.
Grief is the agony of an instant. The indulgence of grief the blunder of a life.
All of us encounter, at least once in our life, some individual who utters words that make us think forever. There are men whose phrases are oracles; who condense in one sentence the secrets of life; who blurt out an aphorism that forms a character or illustrates an existence.