Nothing is so abject and pathetic as a politician who has lost his job, save only a retired stud-horse.
A man who knows a subject thoroughly, a man so soaked in it that he eats it, sleeps it and dreams it- this man can always teach it with success, no matter how little he knows of technical pedagogy.
No one hates his job so heartily as a farmer.
Love is photogenic. It needs darkness room to develop
Nothing can come out of an artist that is not in the man.
If there were only three women left in the world, two of them would immediately convene a court-martial to try the other one.