They ended as all great passions do end - by a misunderstanding.
To those who have exhausted politics, nothing remains but abstract thought.
Men who pay their tailors never amount to anything, they never even become Cabinet ministers.
The mind, too, has its regimen. It needs gymnastics, just like the body does.
No society is complete without some victim, a creature to pity, to jeer at, to scorn or to protect.
To live in the presence of great truths and eternal laws, to be led by permanent ideals - that is what keeps a man patient when the world ignores him, and calm and unspoiled when the world praises him.