It is the rooted instinct in men to admire what is better and more beautiful than themselves.

History is clarified experience.

To fail at all is to fail utterly.

Each day the world is born anew for him who takes it rightly.

Things always seem fairer when we look back at them, and it is out of that inaccessible tower of the past that Longing leans and beckons.

Here was a type of the true elder race, And one of Plutarch's men talked with us face to face.

Attention is the stuff that memory is made of, and memory is accumulated genius.