How often do I lull my seething blood to rest, for you have never seen anything so unsteady, so uncertain, as this heart.

The force of a language does not consist of rejecting what is foreign but of swallowing it.

Talk well of the absent whenever you have the opportunity.

Tomorrow sees undone, what happens not to-day; Still forward press, nor never tire! The possible, with steadfast trust, Resolve should be by the forelock grasp. Then she will ne'er let go her clasp, And labors on, because she must.

Doubt grows with knowledge.

Writing history is a method of getting rid of the past.

It is ever true that he who does nothing for others, does nothing for himself." ~ Goethe