A man is the whole encyclopedia of facts. The creation of a
thousand forests is in one acorn, and read more

A man is the whole encyclopedia of facts. The creation of a
thousand forests is in one acorn, and Egypt, Greece, Rome, Gaul,
Britain, America, lie folded already in the first man.

History: An account mostly false, of events mostly unimportant, which are brought about by rulers mostly knaves, and soldiers mostly read more

History: An account mostly false, of events mostly unimportant, which are brought about by rulers mostly knaves, and soldiers mostly fools.

If any foreign minister begins to defend to the death a "peace conference," you can be sure his government has read more

If any foreign minister begins to defend to the death a "peace conference," you can be sure his government has already placed its orders for new battleships and airplanes.

You can't set a hen in one morning and have chicken salad for lunch.

You can't set a hen in one morning and have chicken salad for lunch.

What most impresses us about great jurists is not their tenacious grasps of fine points, honed almost to invisibility; it read more

What most impresses us about great jurists is not their tenacious grasps of fine points, honed almost to invisibility; it is the moment when we are suddently aware of the sweep and direction of the law, and its place in the lives of men.

We learn nothing from history except that we learn nothing from history.

We learn nothing from history except that we learn nothing from history.

In a few years there will be only five kings in the world -- the King of England and the read more

In a few years there will be only five kings in the world -- the King of England and the four kings in a pack of cards.

I feel like I'm part of history being made. I leave Apple board meetings thinking, 'I've got to do a read more

I feel like I'm part of history being made. I leave Apple board meetings thinking, 'I've got to do a better job.'

Weep no more, lady, weep no more,
Thy sorrowe is in vaine,
For violets pluckt, the sweetest read more

Weep no more, lady, weep no more,
Thy sorrowe is in vaine,
For violets pluckt, the sweetest showers
Will ne'er make grow againe.