Knowledge, having irritated and stimulated our appetite for power, will lead us inexorably to our ruin.

We are born to exist, not to know, to be, not to assert ourselves.

In order to have the stuff of a tyrant, a certain mental derangement is necessary.

Woes and wonders of power, that tonic hell, synthesis of poison and panacea.

The more we try to wrest ourselves from our ego, the deeper we sink into it.

Ambition is a drug that makes its addicts potential madmen.

I foresee the day when we shall read nothing but telegrams and prayers.

Mind, even more deadly to empires than to individuals, erodes them, compromises their solidity.

One hardly saves a world without ruling it.

A marvel that has nothing to offer, democracy is at once a nation's paradise and its tomb.