As the stars are the glory of the sky, so great men are the glory of their country, yea, of the whole earth. The hearts of great men are the stars of earth; and doubtless when one looks down from above upon our planet, these hearts are seen to send forth, a silvery light just like the stars of heaven.

But a day must come when the fire of youth will be quenched in my veins, when winter will dwell in my heart, when his snow flakes will whiten my locks, and his mists will dim my eyes. Then my friends will lie in their lonely grave, and I alone will remain like a solitary stalk forgotten by the reaper.

There is only one writer in whom I find something that reminds me of the directness of style which is found in the Bible. It is Shakespeare.

A brainiac notices everything, an ignoramus comments about everything.

What lies lurk in kisses.

He only profits from praise who values criticism.

He is noble who both feels and acts nobly.