Humiliation is a guest that only comes to those who have made ready his resting-place, and will give him a fair welcome. ... no one can disgrace you save yourself.

Power is sweet, and when you are a little clerk you love its sweetness quite as much as if you were an emperor, and maybe you love it a good deal more.

Could we see when and where we are to meet again, we would be more tender when we bid our friends goodbye.

We only see clearly when we have reached the depths of woe.

It is only to those who have never lived that death ever can seems beautiful.

Coleridge cried; "O God, how glorious it is to live!" Renan asks, "O God, when will it be worth while to live?" In Nature we echo the poet; in the world we echo the thinker.

No great talker ever did any great thing yet, in this world.