My father's nature turned out no waste product; he had none of that useless stuff in him that lies in heaps near factories. He took his own happiness with him.

All I can say about my mind is that, like a fire carefully laid by a good housemaid, it is one that any match will light.

The capacity to suffer varies more than anything that I have observed in human nature.

His modesty amounts to deformity.

If Kitchener was not a great man, he was, at least, a great poster.

I was born in the country of Hogg and Scott between the Yarrow and the Tweed, in the year 1864.

Rumor is untraceable, incalculable, and infectious.