Great men never require experience.

I never deny. I never contradict. I sometimes forget.

The art of governing mankind by deceiving them.

Be thine own privy counsellor.

O Music! Miraculous art! A blast of thy trumpet and millions rush forward to die; a peal of thy organ and uncounted nations sink down to pray.

The eyes of the social herd, who always observe little things, and generally form from them their opinions of great affairs.

An insular country, subject to fogs, and with a powerful middle class, requires grave statesmen.