Ideas are like rabbits. You get a couple and learn how to handle them, and pretty soon you have a dozen.

The study of history, while it does not endow with prophecy, may indicate lines of probability.

Intentions, good or bad, are not enough. There's luck or fate or something else that takes over.

But I have a new love for that glittering instrument, the human soul. It is a lovely and unique thing in the universe. It is always attacked and never destroyed - because 'Thou mayest.

This monster of a land, this mightiest of nations, this spawn of the future, turns out to be the macrocosm of microcosm me.

Strength and success; they are above morality, above criticism. It seems then, that it is not what you do, but how you do it and what you call it.

You know how advice is. You only want it if it agrees with what you wanted to do anyway.