In politics people throw themselves, as on a sickbed, from one side to the other in the belief they will lie more comfortably.
The right man is the one who seizes the moment.
Water its living strength first shows, When obstacles its course oppose.
That is the way of youth and life in general: that we do not understand the strategy until after the campaign is over.
Our virtues and view spring from one root.
Is this the destiny of man? Is he only happy before he has acquired his reason or after he has lost it?