Never fret for an only son, the idea of failure will never occur to him.

This creative man, who in his own selfish affairs is a coward to the backbone, will fight for an idea like a hero.

The only secrets are the secrets that keep themselves.

Better never than late.

The best place to find God is in a garden. You can dig for him there.

We must either breed political capacity or be ruined by Democracy, which was forced on us by the failure of the older alternatives. Yet if Despotism failed only for want of a capable benevolent despot, what chance has Democracy, which requires a whole population of capable voters: that is, of political critics who, if they cannot govern in person for lack of spare energy or specific talent for administration, can at least recognize and appreciate capacity and benevolence in others, and so govern through capably benevolent representatives? Where are such voters to be found today? Nowhere.