The aristocracy of feudal parchment has passed away with a mighty rushing, and now, by a natural course, we arrive at aristocracy of the money-bag.

If a man was great while living, he becomes tenfold greater when dead.

History is a mighty dramos, enacted upon the theatre of times, with suns for lamps and eternity for a background.

They only are wise who know that they know nothing.

On the whole, I would bid you stand up to your work, whatever it may be, and not be afraid of it; not in sorrows or contradictions to yield, but to push on towards the goal.

Imperfection clings to a person, and if they wait till they are brushed off entirely, they would spin for ever on their axis, advancing nowhere.

Not one false man but doth uncountable evil.