And what will history say of me a thousand years hence?

Happy is the man who hath never known what it is to taste of fame—to have it is a purgatory, to want it is a hell!

There lurks in every human heart a desire of distinction which inclines every man first to hope and then to believe that nature has given him something peculiar to himself. 

A woman’s greatest glory is to be little talked about by men, whether for good or ill.

I’m afraid of losing my obscurity. Genuineness only thrives in the dark. Like celery.

Wood burns because it has the proper stuff in it, and a man becomes famous because he has the proper stuff in him.