It is of eloquence as of a flame; it requires matter to feed it, and motion to excite it; and it brightens as it burns.

In all things there is a law of cycles.

They make a desert and call it peace.

The brave and bold persist even against fortune; the timid and cowardly rush to despair though fear alone.

Power won by crime no one ever yet turned to a good purpose.

Style, like the human body, is specially beautiful when, so to say, the veins are not prominent, and the bones cannot be counted, but when a healthy and sound blood fills the limbs, and shows itself in the muscles, and the very sinews become beautiful under a ruddy glow and graceful outline.

Conspicuous by his absence.