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.
Chaos breeds life; Order creates habit.
History is only a catalogue of the forgotten.
As a historian, he felt it his duty to respect everything that had ever been respected, except for the occasional statesman.
Politics is simply the organization of hatreds.
During an election campaign the air is full of speeches and vice versa.