Without oblivion, there is no remembrance possible. When both oblivion and memory are wise, when the general soul of man is clear, melodious, true, there may come a modern Iliad as memorial of the Past.

If there be not a religious element in the relations of men, such relations are miserable and doomed to ruin.

All true work is sacred. In all true work, were it but true hand work, there is something of divineness. Labor, wide as the earth, has its summit in Heaven.

Rest is for the dead.

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

If there be no enemy there's no fight. If no fight, no victory and if no victory there is no crown.

We observe with confidence that the truly strong mind, view it as intellect or morality, or under any other aspect, is nowise the mind acquainted with its strength; that here the sign of health is unconsciousness.