Politics make strange bedfellows.

There is no beauty like that which was spoiled by an accident; no accomplishments and graces are so to be envied as those that circumstances rudely hindered the development of.

There is life in the ground; it goes into the seeds and also when it is stirred up goes into the man who stirs it.

In onion is strength; and a garden without it lacks flavour. The onion, in its satin wrappings, is among the most beautiful of vegetables; and it is the only one that represents the essence of things. It can almost be said to have a soul.

Regrets are idle; yet history is one long regret. Everything might have turned out so differently.

Isolation breeds conceit.

Memory has the singular characteristic of recalling in a friend absent, as in a journey long past, only that which is agreeable.