The sea, washing the equator and the poles, offers its perilous aid, and the power and empire that follow it... ''Beware of me,'' it says, ''but if you can hold me, I am the key to all the lands.

Knowledge, Virtue, Power are the victories of man over his necessities, his march to the dominion of the world.

Pines a thousand years old. Every year they must go farther for them: they recede, like beavers and Indians, before the white man.

If you would rule the world quietly, you must keep it amused.

The world is all gates, all opportunities, strings of tension waiting to be struck.

There is always safety in valor.

We know who is benevolent, by quite other means than the amount of subscriptions to soup-societies. It is only low merits that canbe enumerated.