Wait And Hope!

We’ll Go Where The Air Is Pure, Where All Sounds Are Soothing, Where, No Matter How Proud One May Be, One Feels Humble And Finds Oneself Small- In Short, We’ll Go To The Sea. I Love The Sea As One Loves A Mistress And I Long For Her When I Haven’t Seen Her For Some Time

In All Times, And All Countries Especially In Those Countries Which Are Divided Within By Religious Faith, There Are Always Fanatics Who Will Be Well Contented To Be Regarded As Martyrs.

Ah, Lips That Say One Thing, While The Heart Thinks Another.

In Politics, My Dear Fellow, You Know, As Well As I Do, There Are No Men, But Ideas — No Feelings, But Interests; In Politics We Do Not Kill A Man, We Only Remove An Obstacle, That Is All.

So Heavy Is The Chain Of Wedlock That It Needs Two To Carry It, And Sometimes Three.