There are three kinds of despots. There is the despot who tyrannizes over the body. There is the despot who tyrannizes over the soul. There is the despot who tyrannizes over the soul and body alike. The first is called the Prince. The second is called the Pope. The third is called the People.

Far away beyond the pine-woods,' he answered, in a low dreamy voice, 'there is a little garden. There the grass grows long and deep, there are the great white stars of the hemlock flower, there the nightingale sings all night long. All night long he sings, and the cold, crystal moon looks down, and the yew-tree spreads out its giant arms over the sleepers.

Actions are the first tragedy in life, words are the second. Words are perhaps the worst. Words are merciless. . .

There is no sin except stupidity.

I tried to visit Albania but I couldn't find it on the map.

We have quite the same ideas. No; I think our ideas are quite different. But he has been most pleasant.

Ideals are dangerous things. Realities are better. They wound, but they're better.