The frenzy of nations is the statesmanship of fate.

The commerce of intellect loves distant shores. The small retail dealer trades only with his neighbor; when the great merchant trades he links the four quarters of the globe.

Two lives that once part are as ships that divide.

In life, as in whist, hope nothing from the way cards may be dealt to you. Play the cards, whatever they be, to the best of your skill.

Fate laughs at probabilities.

In every civilized society there is found a race of men who retain the instincts of the aboriginal cannibal and live upon their fellow-men as a natural food.

The Italians have voices like peacocks - German gives me a cold in the head - and Russian is nothing but sneezing