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

The humblest craft that floats makes its appeal to a seaman by the faithfulness of her life.

All roads are long which lead to one's heart's desire.

His very existence was improbable, inexplicable, and altogether bewildering. He was an insoluble problem. It was inconceivable how he had existed, how he had succeeded in getting so far, how he had managed to remain -- why he did not instantly disappear.

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

Things and men have always a certain sense, a certain side by which they must be got hold of if one wants to obtain a solid grasp and a perfect command.

They talk of a man betraying his country, his friends, his sweetheart. There must be a moral bond first. All a man can betray is his conscience.