“Every time I fill a vacant office, I make ten malcontents and one ingrate.”

First feelings are always the most natural.

Why are you weeping ? Did you imagine that I was immortal ?

Has God forgotten everything I’ve done for him ?

The Last Argument of Kings.

Impatience for victory guarantees defeat.

In every treaty, insert a clause which can easily be violated, so that the entire agreement can be broken in case the interests of the State make it expedient to do so.

One king, one law, one faith.

I see no point in reading.

I could sooner reconcile all Europe than two women.

I am the State.

Why do you weep? Did you think I was immortal?

There is little that can withstand a man who can conquer himself.

Only small minds want always to be right.

Ah, if I were not king, I should lose my temper.

The years go by one after the other; time slips past us with out our being aware of it; we grow old like ordinary men and we shall end like them.

Laws are the sovereigns of sovereigns.

When we doubt, our self-talk sounds like this: ‘I don’t think I can. I don’t think I will.’… To doubt is to have faith in the worst possible outcome.

The locomotive of my heart was rushing down a dangerously steep slope, heading for a collision, heedless of the warning red lights that blinked all about me, the sirens and the ells and the screams that filled the air.

When your time comes to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way.

It’s no use filling your pocket with money if you have got a hole in the corner.

Then, too, I want a book so filled with story and character that I read page after page without thinking of food or drink because a writer has possessed me, crazed with an unappeasable thirst to know what happens next.

Now it is human nature to want to eat to ones fill when hungry, to want to warm up when cold, to want to rest when tired. These all are a part of people’s emotional nature.

Life seems to go on without effort when I am filled with music.

I’ve had my fill of Hitler. These conferences called by the ringing of a bell are not to my liking. The bell is rung when people call their servants. And besides, what kind of conferences are these? For five hours I am forced to listen to a monologue which is quite fruitless and boring