I may be old fashioned, but I am right.

One might well say that mankind is divisible into two great classes: hosts and guests.

Not that I had any special reason for hating school. Strange as it may seem to my readers, I was not unpopular there. I was a modest, good-humoured boy. It is Oxford that has made me insufferable.

A man's work is rather the needful supplement to himself than the outcome of it.

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

You cannot make a man by standing a sheep on its hind-legs. But by standing a flock of sheep in that position you can make a crowd of men.

Reverence is a good thing, and part of its value is that the more we revere a man, the more sharply are we struck by anything in him (and there is always much) that is incongruous with his greatness.