Let her go to Italy!" he cried. "Let her meddle with what she doesn't understand!

Men were not gods after all, but as human and as clumsy as girls.

One grows accustomed to being praised, or being blamed, or being advised, but it is unusual to be understood.

The advance of regret can be so gradual that it is impossible to say "yesterday I was happy, today I am not.

The novel is a formidable mass, and it is so amorphous - no mountain in it to climb, no Parnassus or Helicon, not even a Pisgah. It is most distinctly one of the moister areas of literature - irrigated by a hundred rills and occasionally degenerating into a swamp. I do not wonder that the poets despise it, though they sometimes find themselves in it by accident. And I am not surprised at the annoyance of the historians when by accident it finds itself among them.

So, two cheers for Democracy: one because it admits variety and two because it permits criticism.

The hungry and the homeless don't care about liberty any more than they care about cultural heritage. To pretend that they do care is cant.