A sophistical rhetorician, inebriated with the exuberance of his own verbosity, and gifted with an egotistical imagination that can at all times command an interminable and inconsistent series of arguments to malign an opponent and to glorify himself.

We make our fortunes and we call them fate.

When I left the dining room after sitting next to Mr. Gladstone, I thought he was the cleverest man in England. But after sitting next to Mr. Disraeli, I thought I was the cleverest woman in England.

The feeling of satiety, almost inseparable from large possessions, is a surer cause of misery than ungratified desires.

A consistent soul believes in destiny, a capricious one in chance.

The services in wartime are fit only for desperadoes, but in peace are only fit for fools.

Increased means and increased leisure are the two civilizers of man.