History is neither more nor less than biography on a large scale.
Thou makest the man, O Sorrow!--yes, the whole man,--as the crucible gold.
Joy is a flame which association alone can keep alive, and which goes out unless communicated.
Man, man, is thy brother, and thy father is God.
Let us enjoy the fugitive hour. Man has no harbor, time has no shore; it rushes on, and carries us with it.
If greatness of purpose, smallness of means, and astonishing results are the three criteria of a human genius, who could dare compare any great man in history with Muhammad?