The highest ensign that men ever met and embraced under, the Cross itself, had no meaning save an accidental extrinsic one.

The purpose of man is in action not thought.

The courage we desire and prize is not the courage to die decently, but to live manfully.

No man lives without jostling and being jostled; in all ways he has to elbow himself through the world, giving and receiving offence.

In a certain sense all men are historians.

Ill-health, of body or of mind, is defeat. Health alone is victory. Let all men, if they can manage it, contrive to be healthy!

Battles, in these ages, are transacted by mechanism; with the slightest possible development of human individuality or spontaneity; men now even die, and kill one another, in an artificial manner.