genius must ever be imperfect. Life is not long enough nor slow enough for both brain and character to grow side by side to superhuman proportions.

It took me some time to learn that although every one secretly cherishes the ambition to be 'put in a book,' no one is ever satisfied with anything save incense, butter, and honey, unrelieved by salt or spice.

power, after it has ceased from troubling, is the dominant passion in human nature.

The minority of one generation is usually the majority of the next.

The only two good words that can be said for a hurricane are that it gives sufficient warning of its approach, and that it blows from one point of the compass at a time.

The grief of childhood is terrible while it lasts, it is so abandoned and so all-possessing.

Better extirpate the whole breed, root and branch. And this, unless the German people come to their senses, is what we propose to do.