Biography Is The Only True History.

All Greatness Is Unconscious, Or It Is Little And Naught.

Time Is The Silent, Never-resting Thing ... Rolling, Rushing On, Swift, Silent, Like An All-embracing Oceantide, On Which We And All The Universe Swim.

Imagination Is A Poor Matter When It Has To Part Company With Understanding.

The Situation That Has Not Its Duty, Its Ideal, Was Never Yet Occupied By Man. Yes, Here, In This Poor, Miserable, Hampered, Despicable Actual, Wherein Thou Even Now Standest, Here Or Nowhere Is Thy Ideal; Work It Out Therefrom, And, Working, Believe, Live, Be Free. Fool! The Ideal Is In Thyself.

A Man Cannot Make A Pair Of Shoes Rightly Unless He Do It In A Devout Manner.