Party Politics Is Now A Real Farce.

A Woman, When She Is Heroic, Is Not Heroic By Halves.

My Strength Has Not Equaled My Mad Ambition. I Have Remained Obscure; I Have Done Worse -- I Have Touched Success, And Allowed It To Escape Me.

Vanity Is The Most Despotic And Iniquitous Of Masters, And I Can Never Be The Slave Of My Own Vices.

A Man Is Not A Wall, Whose Stones Are Crushed Upon The Road; Or A Pipe, Whose Fragments Are Thrown Away At A Street Corner. The Fragments Of An Intellect Are Always Good.

And I Refused To Make Any Sacrifices; For Nothing On Earth Seemed More Valuable Than My Peace Of Mind, My Pleasure And My Acclaim.