If a man is worth knowing at all, he is worth knowing well.
The man who in this world can keep the whiteness of his soul is not likely to lose it in any other.
I go into my library and all history unrolls before me.
Every day travels toward death; the last only arrives at it.
It is the sternest philosophy, but on the whole the truest, that, in the wide arena of the world, failure and success are not accidents, as we so frequently suppose, but the strictest justice.
To sit for one's portrait is like being present at one's own creation.