We have not the love of greatness, but the love of the love of greatness.

No sadder proof can be given by a man of his own littleness than disbelief in great men.

Man's Unhappiness, as I construe, comes of his Greatness; it is because there is an Infinite in him, which with all his cunning he cannot quite bury under the Finite.

Great men are rarely isolated mountain- peaks; they are the summits of ranges.

Great and good are seldom the same man.

Man is a tool-using animal. Without tools he is nothing, with tools he is all.