That There Should One Man

Oblivion Is The Dark Page, Whereon Memory Writes Her Light-beam Characters, And Makes Them Legible; Were It All Light, Nothing Could Be Read There, Any More Than If It Were All Darkness.

The Crash Of The Whole Solar And Stellar Systems Could Only Kill You Once.

Silence Is The Element In Which Great Things Fashion Themselves Together; That At Length They May Emerge, Full-formed And Majestic, Into The Daylight Of Life, Which They Are Thenceforth To Rule.

All History . . . Is An Inarticulate Bible.

No Man Who Has Once Heartily And Wholly Laughed Can Be Altogether Irreclaimably Bad.