When one reads these strange pages of one long gone one feels that one is at one with one who once.
Every bullet has its billet.
People in Parliament occupy themselves with private animosities and petty quarrels, and think little of the national interest. It is impossible to credit the serene indifference with which they consider events outside their own country.
There is one certain means by which I can be sure never to see my country's ruin: I will die in the last ditch.
People don't die of old age, they die of neglect.
What do you think Jesus would twitter, 'Let he who is without sin cast the first stone' or 'Has anyone seen Judas? He was here a minute ago. '
Autobiographies ought to begin with Chapter Two.
I don't think anything lives up to what you envisioned.