The World Is Always In Movement.

In England People Are Very Proud Of Being Very Stupid.

The Melancholy Thing About The World Is That It Is Full Of Stupid People; And The World Is Run For The Benefit Of The Stupid And Common.

We Cannot Understand All The Traits We Have Inherited. Sometimes We Can Be Strangers To Ourselves.

I Feel That At Any Stage Of My Literary Career It Could Have Been Said That The Last Book Contained All The Others.

The Europeans Wanted Gold And Slaves, Like Everybody Else; But At The Same Time They Wanted Statues Put Up To Themselves As People Who Had Done Good Things For The Slaves.