Human greatness is a rather difficult thing to account for, and more often than not one is mistaken in one's hunches about somebody one has met.

People is all everything is, all it has ever been, all it can ever be.

The best that can be said for anybody is probably that you misunderstood him favorably.

You must not be unkind, especially when it happens that you're right.

Nothing good ever ends.

The best thing we have is sleep, of course, and what is sleep except the putting aside of everything tentative for another interval of final and everlasting truth? Sleep isn't dying, but it is certainly keeping in tough with it.

We get very little wisdom from success, you know.