One man's opportunism is another man's statesmanship.
History is the school of statesmanship.
Learn to think impartially.
By and by when each nation has 20,000 battleships and 5,000,000 soldiers we shall all be safe and the wisdom of statesmanship will stand confirmed.
In statesmanship there are predicaments from which it is impossible to escape without some wrongdoing.
Statesmanship is harder than politics. Politics is the art of getting along with people, whereas statesmanship is the art of getting along with politicians.
True statesmanship is the art of changing a nation from what it is into what it ought to be.
There's a point, you know, where treachery is so complete and unashamed that it becomes statesmanship.
It is seldom that statesmen have the option of choosing between a good and an evil.
The essential task of Canadian statesmanship is to discover the terms on which as many as possible of the significant interest groups of our country can be induced to work together in common policy.
The frenzy of nations is the statesmanship of fate.
The essence of statesmanship is not a rigid adherence to the past, but a prudent and probing concern for the future.
The challenge of statesmanship is to have the vision to dream of a better, safer world and the courage, persistence, and patience to turn that dream into reality.
In statesmanship get formalities right, never mind about the moralities.
You call that statesmanship. I call it an emotional spasm.
The art of statesmanship is to foresee the inevitable and to expedite its occurrence.
Honest statesmanship is the wise employment of individual meanness for the public good.
Statesmanship is developed in the hard knocks of general experience, private and public.
It is wise statesmanship which suggests that in time of peace we must prepare for war, and it is no less a wise benevolence that makes preparation in the hour of peace for assuaging the ills that are sure to accompany war.
It is sound statesmanship to add two battleships every time our neighbour adds one and two stories to our skyscrapers every time he piles a new one on top of his to threaten our light. There is no limit to this soundness but the sky.
