Wisdom

I can really only thank you for your too flattering letter, inspired by our old friendship.

I have nothing to say about myself, except that I am doing my best, with the feeling that it will never be enough.

France is making incredible sacrifices every day.

In so vast a drama, my dear friend, my personality does not count.

Whether I was right or wrong at this time or that interests me no longer, since it all belongs to the past.

I have kept nothing of what I have said or written.

I desire only to witness the day of the great victory, then I shall be rewarded far beyond my merits.

It is plain sense.

We attack not faiths or opinions, but despotism.

All arguments are ended.

Time presses.

I had not the least advantage by it or benefit from it; but there it lay in a drawer, and grew mouldy with the damp of the cave in the wet seasons.

I had enough to eat and supply my wants, and what was all the rest to me?

I had now brought my state of life to be much easier in itself than it was at first, and much easier to my mind, as well as to my body.

How strange a chequer-work of Providence is the life of man!

I resolved for the future to have two or three years' corn beforehand.

There is a great difficulty in the way of a writer who attempts to sketch a living Constitution - a Constitution that is in actual work and power.

The object is in constant change.

A Cabinet is a combining committee.

The most curious point about the Cabinet is that so very little is known about it.