In middle life politics are not a mental acquisition; they are a temperament.

You cannot find, make or understand true friendship without having enemies.

One learns little more about a man from the feats of his literary memory than from the feats of his alimentary canal.

Every man ought to be inquisitive through every hour of his great adventure down to the day when he shall no longer cast a shadow in the sun. For if he dies without a question in his heart, what excuse is there for his continuance?

Fill an author with a titanic fame and you do not make him titanic; you often merely burst him.

As crowds increase we build our forts of inattention, and the more we talk the easier it is to mean little and listen not at all.

Politics is a place of humble hopes and strangely modest requirements, where all are good who are not criminal and all are wise who are not ridiculously otherwise.