To have greatly dreamed precludes low ends.

The one thing finished in this hasty world.

Christ was the first true democrat that ever breathed, as the old dramatist Dekkar said he was the first true gentleman.

The intellect has only one failing, which, to be sure, is a very considerable one. It has no conscience.

Who is it needs such flawless shafts as fate? What archer of his arrows is so choice, or hits the white so surely?

Fastidiousness is only another word for egotism; and all men who know not where to look for truth save in the narrow well of self will find their own image at the bottom, and mistake it for what they are seeking.

Fortune is the rod of the weak, and the staff of the brave.