The press is easier to strangle than to look in the eyes.
I have not always been wrong. History will bear me out, particularly as I shall write that history myself.
The malice of the wicked was reinforced by the weakness of the virtuous.
At the depths of that dusty soul there is nothing but abject surrender.
Decided only to be undecided, resolved to be irresolute, adamant for drift, solid for fluidity, all-powerful to be impotent.
He has all of the virtues I dislike and none of the vices I admire.