We can't reach old age by another man's road.

The very ink with which history is written is merely fluid prejudice.

The fact is, the king was a good deal more than a king, he was a man; and when a man is a man, you can't knock it out of him.

The true charm of pedestrianism does not lie in the walking, or in the scenery, but in the talking. The walking is good to time the movement of the tongue by, and to keep the blood and the brain stirred up and active; the scenery and the woodsy smells are good to bear in upon a man an unconscious and unobtrusive charm and solace to eye and soul and sense; but the supreme pleasure comes from the talk.

To arrive at a just estimate of a renowned man's character one must judge it by the standards of his time, not ours.

It was on the 10th day of May - 1884 - that I confessed to age by mounting spectacles for the first time, and in the same hour I renewed my youth, to outward appearance, by mounting a bicycle for the first time. The spectacles stayed on.

We are all alike, on the inside.