Vast, colossal destiny, which raises man to fame, though it may also grind him to powder!

Deaf rage that hears no leader.

Of all the possessions of this life fame is the noblest; when the body has sunk into the dust the great name still lives.

It is criminal to steal a purse, daring to steal a fortune, a mark of greatness to steal a crown. The blame diminishes as the guilt increases.

History, insofar as it accustoms human beings to comprehend the whole of the past and to hasten forward with its conclusions into the far future, conceals the boundaries of birth and death, which enclose the life of the human being so narrowly and oppressively, and with a kind of optical illusion, expands his short existence into endless space, leading the individual imperceptibly over into humanity.

I feel an army in my fist.

The world's history is the world's judgment.