Great men are the commissioned guides of mankind, who rule their fellows because they are wiser.

There is no life of a man, faithfully recorded, but is a heroic poem of its sort, rhymed or unrhymed.

A poor creature who has said or done nothing worth a serious man taking the trouble of remembering.

An everlasting lodestar, that beams the brighter in the heavens the darker here on earth grows the night.

In this world there is one godlike thing, the essence of all that was or ever will be of godlike in this world: the veneration done to Human Worth by the hearts of men.

Action hangs, as it were, dissolved in speech, in thoughts whereof speech is the shadow; and precipitates itself therefrom. The kind of speech in a man betokens the kind of action you will get from him.

Nothing that was worthy in the past departs; no truth or goodness realized by man ever dies, or can die.