Nothing builds authority up like silence, splendor of the strong and shelter of the weak.
Genius sometimes consists of knowing when to stop.
Authority doesn't work without prestige, or prestige without distance.
There can be no prestige without mystery, for familiarity breeds contempt.
It's better to have a bad plan then no plan at all.
In the tumult of great events, solitude was what I hoped for. Now it is what I love. How is it possible to be contented with anything else when one has come face to face with history?