He looks the whole world in the face for he owes not any man.

Ah, to build, to build! That is the noblest of all the arts.

Fame comes only when deserved, and then is as inevitable as destiny, for it is destiny.

It is curious to note the old sea-margins of human thought! Each subsiding century reveals some new mystery; we build where monsters used to hide themselves.

Three silences there are: the first of speech, the second of desire, the third of thought.

It is true, that it is not at all necessary to love many books, in order to love them much.

The world loves a spice of wickedness.