I am traveling towards Madrid, but I never lose sight of London.

To guess, with that devil of a man, is to deceive one's self, and to deceive one's self is to ruin one's self.

God keep me from ever seeking to guess what he aims at; I confine myself to watching what he does, and that is well enough.

Now I believe--you observe the meaning of the word I believe ?--I believe, with respect to Monk, ties one to nothing--I believe that he has a strong inclination to succeed Cromwell.
Your Charles II.

has already caused proposals to be made to him by ten persons; he has satisfied himself with driving these ten meddlers from his presence, without saying anything to them but, 'Begone, or I will have you hung.' That man is a sepulcher! At this moment Monk is affecting devotion to the Rump Parliament; of this devotion, observe, I am not the dupe.