Oblivion is the dark page, whereon Memory writes her light-beam characters, and makes them legible; were it all light, nothing could be read there, any more than if it were all darkness.

These Arabs, the man Mahomet, and that one century, - is it not as if a spark had fallen, one spark, on a world of what proves explosive powder, blazes heaven-high from Delhi to Granada! I said, the Great man was always as lightning out of Heaven; the rest of men waited for him like fuel, and then they too would flame.

Fame, we may understand, is no sure test of merit, but only a probability of such: it is an accident, not a property, of a man; like light, it can give little or nothing, but at most may show what is given.

Speech that leads not to action, still more that hinders it, is a nuisance on the earth.

Eyes bright, with many tears, behind them.

Heroes, it would seem, exist always and a certain worship of them.

The first duty of man is to conquer fear; he must get rid of it, he cannot act till then.