What a wretched thing is all fame! A renown of the highest sort endures, say, for two thousand years. And then? Why, then, a fathomless eternity swallows it. Work for eternity; not the meagre rhetorical eternity of the periodical critics, but for the real eternity wherein dwelleth the Divine.

In a different time, in a different place, it is always some other side of our common human nature that has been developing itself. The actual truth is the sum of all these.

Happy the People whose Annals are blank in History Books!

Blessed is he who has found his work; let him ask no other blessedness.

It is a mathematical fact that the casting of this pebble from my hand alters the centre of gravity of the universe.

He who could foresee affairs three days in advance would be rich for thousands of years.

Of all the paths a man could strike into, there is, at any given moment, a best path .. A thing which, here and now, it were of all things wisest for him to do .. To find this path, and walk in it, is the one thing needful for him.