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

Battles, in these ages, are transacted by mechanism; with the slightest possible development of human individuality or spontaneity; men now even die, and kill one another, in an artificial manner.

Show me the person you honor, for I know better by that the kind of person you are. For you show me what your idea of humanity is.

To be true is manly, chivalrous, Christian; to be false is mean, cowardly, devilish.

Not what I have, but what I do is my kingdom.

Thought, true labor of any kind, highest virtue itself, is it not the daughter of Pain?

I know so little about any history. How little do I know even about the history of myself.