I may be old fashioned, but I am right.

It seems to be a law of nature that no man, unless he has some obvious physical deformity, ever is loth to sit for his portrait.

I need no dictionary of quotations to remind me that the eyes are the windows of the soul.

To give an accurate and exhaustive account of that period would need a far less brilliant pen than mine.

The past is a work of art, free of irrelevancies and loose ends.

Only mediocrity can be trusted to be always at its best. Genius must always have lapses proportionate to its triumphs.

Great men are but life-sized. Most of them, indeed, are rather short.