We can endure neither our vices nor their cure.

This above all makes history useful and desirable; it unfolds before our eyes a glorious record of exemplary actions.

Bad beginnings, bad endings.

The study of history is the best medicine for a sick mind; for in history you have a record of the infinite variety of human experience plainly set out for all to see; and in that record you can find yourself and your country both examples and warnings; fine things to take as models, base things rotten through and through, to avoid.

That sense – the only true patriotism – comes slowly and springs from the heart: it is founded upon respect for the family and love for the soil. Premature ‘liberty’ of this kind would have been a disaster: we should have been torn to pieces by petty squabbles before we had ever reached political maturity, which, as things were, as made possible by the long quiet years under monarchical government; for it was that government which, as it were, nursed our strength and enabled us ultimately to produce sound fruit from liberty, as only a politically adult nation can.

There is nothing worse than being ashamed of parsimony or poverty.

Favor and honor sometimes fall more fitly on those who do not desire them.