We do not mind our not arriving anywhere nearly so much as our not having any company on the way.

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.

Literary people are forever judging the quality of the mind by the turn of expression.

Clever people seem not to feel the natural pleasure of bewilderment, and are always answering questions when the chief relish of a life is to go on asking them.

I have found some of the best reasons I ever had for remaining at the bottom simply by looking at the men at the top.

When temptations march monotonously in regiments, one waits for to pass.

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