There's a fascination frantic in a ruin that's romantic.
Posterity shall know of me even less than I shall know of posterity.
The idiot who praises, with enthusiastic tone, All centuries but this, and every country but his own.
It isn't so much what's on the table that matters, as what's on the chairs.
All bayonets are bad.
He did nothing in particular, and did it very well.