Power is a companion it is not easy to part with, when it goes, the zest of life goes with it. With dry eyes and clenched fist, one stares after it, jealous of the next one it will single out.
What curious little corners of folly are to be found in even the sanest brain!
Are all ends of life so sad?
in much knowledge there is also much grief.
My love for my country is my religion.
Nothing's far when one wants to get there.