And last are the few whose delight is in meditation and understanding; who yearn not for goods, nor for victory, but for knowledge; who leave both market and battlefield to lose themselves in the quiet clarity of secluded thought; whose will is a light rather than a fire, whose haven is not power but truth: these are the men of wisdom, who stand aside unused by the world.

How much more suffering is caused by the thought of death than by death itself.

Every form of government tends to perish by excess of its basic principle.

History is so indifferently rich, that a case for almost any conclusion from it can be made by a selection of instances.

The political machine triumphs because it is a united minority acting against a divided majority.

Time sanctifies everything; even the most arrant theft in the hands of the robber's grandchildren becomes sacred and inviolable property.

Often your face is your autobiography