For a time I believed that mankind had been swept out of existence, and that I stood there alone, the last man left alive.

a great man is gone. Tall as the truth was who; and wore his ... life like a ... sky.

When nature removes a great man, people explore the horizon for a successor; but none comes, and none will. His class is extinguished with him. In some other and quite different field the next man will appear.

Just when the gods had ceased to be, and the Christ had not yet come, there was a unique moment in history, between Cicero and Marcus Aurelius, when man stood alone.

God is the solitude of men. There was only me: I alone decided to commit Evil; alone, I invented Good. I am the one who cheated, I am the one who performed miracles, I am the one accusing myself today, I alone can absolve myself; me, the man.

Clevinger was dead. That was the basic flaw in his philosophy.

A solitary man is a God, or a beast.

Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory;
We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.

Every generation loses the messiah it has failed to deserve.

One is alone when the last one who remembers is gone.

The greatest American who ever lived has been shot down and killed.

A man is a god in ruins.

The Grace of God forsakes the unrepentant man because he disdained God’s wealth of uprightness, forbearance, and longsuffering.

A man devoid of hope and conscious of being so has ceased to belong to the future.