O poor mortals, how ye make this earth bitter for each other.

Democracy is, by the nature of it, a self-canceling business: and gives in the long run a net result of zero.

The eye sees what it brings the power to see.

The glory of a workman, still more of a master workman, that he does his work well, ought to be his most precious possession; like the honor of a soldier, dearer to him than life.

Evil, once manfully fronted, ceases to be evil; there is generous battle-hope in place of dead, passive misery; the evil itself has become a kind of good.

There is no heroic poem in the world but is at bottom a biography, the life of a man.

The archenemy is the arch stupid!