The vilest scramble for loot that ever disfigured the history of human conscience.

It's only those who do nothing that make no mistakes, I suppose.

The belief in a supernatural source of evil is not necessary; men alone are quite capable of every wickedness.

There is never enough time to say our last word-the last word of our love, of our desire, faith, remorse, submission, revolt.

No, it is impossible; it is impossible to convey the life-sensation of any given epoch of one’s existence--that which makes its truth, its meaning--its subtle and penetrating essence. It is impossible. We live, as we dream--alone.

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

The old river in its broad reach rested unruffled at the decline of day, after ages of good service done to the race that peopled its banks, spread out in the tranquil dignity of a waterway leading to the uttermost ends of the earth.