He thought he had something far better: ambition, love of domination, the desire to eclipse everybody and everything around him.

I do not mention money, because Rhodes did not care for money intrinsically.
Yet the man was great in spite of all his defects.

Particularly in the rein he gave to his thoughts during nights spent in the solitude of the karroo, when the stars were almost the only things which he could look upon, their immensity the only companion worthy of himself.

One could almost believe Cecil Rhodes was possessed of a dual personality.

At one moment he lived in the skies in regard to his own future prospects and the great deeds he wished to perform, about which he never ceased to think.
The next he was on this earth, dabbling in the meannesses of humanity, taking a vicious pleasure in noticing the evil about him and too frequently succeeding, somehow, in wounding the feelings of those who liked him best, and then wondering how it happened that he had so few friends.
On account of these characteristics, notwithstanding all his wonderful faculties, Cecil Rhodes will never remain an historical figure like the Count of Egmont during the Revolt of the Netherlands, or Mirabeau at the time of the French Revolution.