All who have meditated on the art of governing mankind have been convinced that the fate of empires depends on the education of youth.

The conquest of the earth, which mostly means the taking it away from those who have a different complexion or slightly flatter noses than ourselves, is not a pretty thing when you look into it.

The foundation of empire is art and science. Remove them or degrade them, and the empire is no more. Empire follows art and not vice versa as Englishmen suppose.

An empire is an immense egotism.

And the end of the fight is a tombstone white with the name of the late deceased, and the epitaph drear: ''A Fool lies here who tried to hustle the East.''

To plunder, to slaughter, to steal, these things they misname empire; and where they make a wilderness, they call it peace.

Great Britain has lost an Empire and has not yet found a role.

Sovereignty over any foreign land is insecure.

A thousand years may scare form a state. An hour may lay it in ruins.

Empire and liberty.