History After All Is The True Poetry.

Not One False Man But Doth Uncountable Evil.

I Grow Daily To Honor Facts More And More, And Theory Less And Less.

Isolation Is The Sum Total Of Wretchedness To A Man.

Heroes, It Would Seem, Exist Always And A Certain Worship Of Them.

Work Is The Grand Cure Of All The Maladies And Miseries That Ever Beset Mankind.