No amount of manifest absurdity... could deter those who wanted to believe from believing.

Once, when a British Prime Minister sneezed, men half a world away would blow their noses. Now when a British Prime Minister sneezes nobody else will even say 'Bless You'.

In every age of transition men are never so firmly bound to one way of life as when they are about to abandon it.

The cure for mixed metaphors, I have always found, is for the patient to be obliged to draw a picture of the result.

Whom the mad would destroy, first they make gods.

The less the power, the greater the desire to exercise it.

I suppose we all tend to remember only the happiness from our childhood, as a sundial refuses to tell the time except in fine weather.