Yet, when one thinks of it, diplomacy without force is a but a rotten reed to lean upon.

The revolutionary spirit is mighty convenient in this, that it frees one from all scruples as regards ideas.

Who would care to question the ground of forgiveness or compassion.

We are snared into doing things for which we get called names, and things for which we get hanged, and yet the spirit may well survive - survive the condemnations, survive the halter, by Jove! And there are things - they look small enough sometimes too - by which some of us are totally and completely undone.

In the empty immensity of earth, sky, and water, there she was, incomprehensible, firing into a continent.

Follow your bliss. Find where it is and don't be afraid to follow it.

I am afraid that if you want to go down into history you'll have to do something for it.