That there should one man die ignorant who had capacity for knowledge, this I call a tragedy.

Wealth of a man is the number of things which he loves and blesses which he is loved and blessed by.

Fame, we may understand, is no sure test of merit, but only a probability of such; it is an accident, not a property of man.

In a certain sense all men are historians.

The wise man is but a clever infant, spelling letters from a hieroglyphical prophetic book, the lexicon of which lies in eternity.

There is something in man which your science cannot satisfy.

In no time whatever can small critics entirely eradicate out of living men's hearts a certain altogether peculiar collar reverence for Great Men--genuine admiration, loyalty, adora-tion.