You will always be fond of me. I represent to you all the sins you have never had the courage to commit.

It was not intended as a compliment. It was a confession. Now that I have made it, something seems to have gone out of me. Perhaps one should never put one's worship into words.

What seems to us as bitter trials are often blessings in disguise [in the future. But only if we set out to make this true and anticipate it so we look for the blessings until we find them].

They get up early, because they have so much to do, and go to bed early, because they have so little to think about.

In America the President reigns for four years, and Journalism governs forever and ever.

Each of us has heaven and hell in him.

Progress is the realization of utopia.