So let his name through Europe ring! A man of mean estate, Who dies as firm as Sparta's king, Because his soul was great.

His creed no parson ever knew, for this was still his simple plan, to have with clergymen to do as little as a Christian can.

Of all the vices drinking is the most incompatible with greatness

Nothing can cover his high fame but Heaven; No pyramids set off his memories, But the eternal substance of his greatness,-- To which I leave him.

. . . the chief proof of man's real greatness lies in his perception of his own smallness.

Few will have the greatness to bend history itself; but each of us can work to change a small portion of events, and in the total of all those acts will be written the history of this generation.