He was a social lion and a favourite guest.

His lectures have still a large annual sale--no one who once knew him or listened to his pyrotechnic climaxes could ever forget him or them.

It was true that he made nine independent and distinct motions simultaneously in his most intense delivery.

I once met him going back to his rooms at his hotel carrying a leather bag.

He stopped, opened it, showing a bottle of Scotch whiskey, and explained "I am starting in on a lecture on Moses." There was a certain simplicity about the man.