Youth is a blunder; Manhood a struggle, Old Age a regret.
All Paradise opens! Let me die eating ortolans to the sound of soft music!
The Athanasian Creed is the most splendid ecclesiastical lyric ever poured forth by the genius of man.
You can tell the strength of a nation by the women behind its men.
There is no diplomacy like silence.
All is mystery; but he is a slave who will not struggle to penetrate the dark veil.