He who would write heroic poems should make his whole life a heroic poem.

The deepest depth of vulgarism is that of setting up money as the ark of the covenant.

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

A man protesting against error is on the way towards uniting himself with all men that believe in truth.

It is the feeling of injustice that is insupportable to all men.

Heroes have gone out; quacks have come in; the reign of quacks has not ended with the nineteenth century. The sceptre is held with a firmer grasp; the empire has a wider boundary. We are all the slaves of quackery in one shape or another. Indeed, one portion of our being is always playing the successful quack to the other.

Rest is for the dead.