Imagination Without Culture Is Crippled And Moves

Fame! It Is The Flower Of A Day, That Dies When The Next Sun Rises.

Power Is Sweet, And When You Are A Little Clerk You Love Its Sweetness Quite As Much As If You Were An Emperor, And Maybe You Love It A Good Deal More.

When You Talk Yourself, You Think How Witty, How Original, How Acute You Are; But When Another Does So, You Are Very Apt To Think Only - What A Crib From Rochefoucauld!

No Great Talker Ever Did Any Great Thing Yet, In This World.

Genius Cannot Escape The Taint Of Its Time More Than A Child The Influence Of Its Begetting.