The generation of mankind is like the generation of leaves. The wind scatters the leaves on the ground, but the living tree burgeons with leaves again in the spring.

The hearts of the great can be changed.

Of men who have a sense of honor, more come through alive than are slain, but from those who flee comes neither glory nor any help.

My wife's not some doobie to be passed around! I took a vow on our wedding day to bogart her for life.

There is a strength in the even of very sorry men

The long historian of my country's woes.

I detest the man who hides on thing in the depths of his heart and speaks forth another.