Great men sometimes lose the reins and lose their heads. This time, let us hope that they will retain them and that when victory is assured they will sit down and reckon what the future is going to be for their countries as well as for other lands.
It is always too late, or too little, or both. And that is the road to disaster.
Wisdom is like a baobab tree; no one individual can embrace it.
Aristrocracy is like cheese. The older it is the higher it becomes.
The world is becoming like a lunatic asylum run by lunatics.
No democracy has ever long survived the failure of its adherents to be ready to die for it. My own conviction is this, the people must either go on or go under.