I devoured Gibbon. I rode triumphantly through it ...

I devoured Gibbon. I rode triumphantly through it from end to end and enjoyed it all.

If one does not know to which port one is sailing, no wind is favorable.

What a distressing contrast there is between the radiant intelligence of the child and the feeble mentality of the average adult.

We are masters of the unsaid words, but slaves of those we let slip out.

I have always found that mercy bears richer fruits than strict justice.

A lie gets halfway around the world before the truth has a chance to get its pants on.

Now this is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning.

The best argument against democracy is a five-minute conversation with the average voter.

All the great things are simple, and many can be expressed in a single word: freedom, justice, honor, duty, mercy, hope.

History is written by the victors.

Russia is a riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma.

I devoured Gibbon. I rode ...