The comfortable thing about the study of history is that it inclines us to think hopefully of our own times.

It is unwise to feel too much if we think too little.

It is in his pleasure that a man really lives; it is from his leisure that he constructs the true fabric of self.

Where there is no temptation, there is no virtue.

We cannot learn to love other tourists,-the laws of nature forbid it,-but, meditating soberly on the impossibility of their loving us, we may reach some common platform of tolerance, some common exchange of recognition and amenity.

To be brave in misfortune is to be worthy of manhood; to be wise in misfortune is to conquer fate.

Lovers of the town have been content, for the most part, to say they loved it. They do not brag about its uplifting qualities. They have none of the infernal smugness which makes the lover of the country insupportable.