Anger, even when it punishes the faults of delinquents, ought not to precede reason as its mistress, but attend as a handmaid at the back of reason, to come to the front when bidden. For once it begins to take control of the mind, it calls just what it does cruelly.

The test of civilization is the estimate of woman.

Prussia is great because her people are intelligent. They know the alphabet. The alphabet is conquering the world.

Happiness is speechless.

Every great crisis of human history is a pass of Thermopylae, and there is always a Leonidas and his three hundred to die in it, if they can not conquer.

Anger is an expensive luxury in which only men of certain income can indulge.

A tree which has lost its head will never recover it again, and will survive only as a monument of the ignorance and folly of its Tormentor.