We love the beautiful and serene, but we have a feeling as deep as love for the terrible and dark.

When the soul communes with itself the lip is silent.

Archaeology is not only the hand maid of history, it is also the conservator of art.

The fewer blows, the better. Brave men fight if they must; wise men never fight if they can help it.

Our ideas, like orange-plants, spread out in proportion to the size of the box which imprisons the roots.

The magic of the tongue is the most dangerous of all spells.

Money is a terrible blab; she will betray the secrets of her owner, whatever he do to gag her. His virtues will creep out in her whisper; his vices she will cry aloud at the top of her tongue.