Time is, after all, the greatest of poets; and the sons of Memory stand a better chance of being the heirs of Fame.

There is no good in arguing with the inevitable. The only argument available with an east wind is to put on your overcoat.

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

A great man is made up of qualities that meet or make great occasions.

Year by year, more and more of the world gets disenchanted. Even the icy privacy of the arctic and antarctic circles is invaded. We have played Jack Horner with our earth, till there is never a plum left in it.

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.

Blessed are they who have nothing to say and who cannot be persuaded to say it.