Most authors seek fame, but I seek for justice—a holier impulse than ever entered into the ambitious struggles of the votaries of that fickle, flirting goddess.

Reality is always the foe of famous names.

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. 

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

I won’t be happy till I’m as famous as God.

I would much rather have men ask why I have no statue than why I have one.