The American President resembles the commander of a ship at sea. He must have a helm to grasp, a course to steer, a port to seek.

As a historian, he felt it his duty to respect everything that had ever been respected, except for the occasional statesman.

Energy is the inherent effort of every multiplicity to become unity.

American society is a sort of flat, fresh-water pond which absorbs silently, without reaction, anything which is thrown into it.

Whenever a man reaches the top of the political ladder, his enemies unite to pull him down. His friends become critical and exacting.

Friends are born, not made.

An American Virgin would never dare command; an American Venus would never dare exist.