All men, if they work not as in the great taskmaster's eye, will work wrong, and work unhappily for themselves and for you.

Dinners are defined as 'the ultimate act of communion;' men that can have communion in nothing else, can sympathetically eat together, can still rise into some glow of brotherhood over food and wine.

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

That great mystery of TIME, were there no other; the illimitable, silent, never-resting thing called Time, rolling, rushing on, swift, silent, like an all-embracing ocean tide, on which we and all the Universe swim like exhalations, like apparitions which are, and then are not: this is forever very literally a miracle; a thing to strike us dumb,-for we have no word to speak about it.

If those gentlemen would let me alone I should be much obliged to them. I would say, as Shakespeare would say... Sweet Friend, for Jesus sake forbear.

Universal history, the history of what man has accomplished in this world, is at bottom the History of the Great Men who have worked here.

I have no patience whatever with these gorilla damnifications of humanity.