Dear Prince, I must leave you, but I will never forget you, and next spring I will bring you back two beautiful jewels in place of those you have given away. The ruby shall be redder than a red rose, and the sapphire shall be as blue as the great sea.
If they know nothing of victory, they are at least spared the knowledge of defeat.
The one charm of the past is that it is the past.
In the old days men had the rack. Now they have the Press.
Bad manners make a journalist.
Indeed, as any one who has ever worked among the poor knows only too well, the brotherhood of man is no mere poet's dream, it is a most depressing and humiliating reality.