These people really aim very badly.

How can anyone govern a nation that has two hundred and forty-six different kinds of cheese?

I feel not a person but an instrument of destiny.

Adversity attracts the man of character. He seeks out the bitter joy of responsibility.

How can one conceive of a one-party system in a country that has over two hundred varieties of cheese?

Politics, when it is an art and a service, not an exploitation, is about acting for an ideal through realities.

What do you take me for, an idiot?