Gladstone will soon have it all his own way and whenever he gets my place we shall have strange doings.

If there were no Tories, I am afraid he would invent them.

The defects of his strength grow on him. All black is very black, all white very white.

What you say about Gladstone is most just. What restlessness! What vanity! And what unhappiness must be his! Easy to say he is mad. It looks like it. My theory…

A political country is like an American forest; you have only to cut down the old trees, and immediately new trees come up to replace them.

Nothing is so common as to see a political upheaval pass practically unnoticed merely because the names of the leaders and their parties remain the same.

The desire not to destroy the palace but to move into it oneself has always been the occupational curse of revolutionaries.