Man loves the marvelous. It has an irresistible charm for him. He is always ready to leave that with which he is familiar to pursue vain inventions. He lends himself to his own deception.

My star was fading, I felt the reins slipping out of my grasp, and could do nothing to stop it.

Every hour of lost time is a chance of future misfortune.

I treat policies like war. I hoodwink one flank so as to trounce the other. In my family we kneel only to God.

Republican despotism is more fertile in acts of tyranny, because everyone has a hand in it.

There is a joy in danger.

One might as well try to charge through a wall.