Deliberation Is A Function Of The Many;

You May Be Sure That The Americans Will Commit All The Stupidities They Can Think Of, Plus Some That Are Beyond Imagination.

In The Tumult Of Great Events, Solitude Was What I Hoped For. Now It Is What I Love. How Is It Possible To Be Contented With Anything Else When One Has Come Face To Face With History?

Old Age Is A Shipwreck.

Love Is The Strongest Force The World Possesses, And Yet It Is The Greatness Is A Road Leading Towards The Unknown.

In The Tumult Of Men And Events, Solitude Was My Temptation; Now It Is My Friend. What Other Satisfaction Can Be Sought Once You Have Confronted History?