Only a fraction of a great man's character can manifest itself in speech; for the character is inexpressibly finer and larger than his words.
The narrative of Washington's exploits is the smallest part of his work.

Sheer weight of personality alone can account for him.

Happy the man of moral energy all compact, whose mere presence, like that of Samuel, the seer, restrains others, softens and transforms them.

This is a thing to be written on a man's tomb: "_His presence made bad men good._" This mysterious bundle of forces called man, moving through society, exhaling blessings or blightings, gets its meaning from the capacity of others to receive its influences.

Man is not so wonderful in his power to mold other lives, as in his readiness to be molded.