We are fighting Germany, Austria and drink, and as far as I can see, the greatest of these three deadly foes is drink.

The stern hand of fate has scourged us to an elevation where we can see the great everlasting things which matter for a nation - the great peaks we had forgotten, of Honor, Duty, Patriotism, and clad in glittering white, the great pinnacle of Sacrifice pointing like a rugged finger to Heaven.

The world is becoming like a lunatic asylum run by lunatics.

Aristrocracy is like cheese. The older it is the higher it becomes.

It is either Christ or chaos.

One cannot cross an abyss in two jumps.

There is nothing so fatal to character as half finished tasks.