We combat obstacles in order to get repose, and, when got, the repose is insupportable.

Modern politics is, at bottom, a struggle not of men but of forces.

Simplicity is the most deceitful mistress that ever betrayed man.

Those who seek education in the paths of duty are always deceived by the illusion that power in the hands of friends is an advantage to them.

'...it is not when he is working in his office but when he is lying idly on the sand that his soul utters, 'Life is beautiful.'' (p. 2)

Two hands upon the breast, And labour's done; Two pale feet crossed in rest, The race is won.

'He who cannot rest, cannot work; he who cannot let go, cannot hold on; he who cannot find footing, cannot go forward.'