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.

Ah, in this world, where every guiding thread Ends suddenly in the one sure centre, death, The visionary hand of Might-have-been Alone can fill Desire's cup to the brim!

The greater your real strength and power, the quieter it will be exercised.

Before Man made us citizens, great Nature made us men.

Reputation is only a candle, of wavering and uncertain flame, and easily blown out, but it is the light by which the world looks for and finds merit.

The soil out of which such men as he are made is good to be born on, good to live on, good to die for and to be buried in.

Sincerity is impossible, unless it pervade the whole being, and the pretence of it saps the very foundation of character.