The wonder of a single snowflake outweighs the wisdom of a million meteorologists.

It is nothing won to admit men with an open door, and to receive them with a shut and reserved countenance.

Brutes by their natural instinct have produced many discoveries, whereas men by discussion and the conclusions of reason have given birth to few or none.

The voice of the people has about it something divine: for how otherwise can so many heads agree together as one?

If I go to the National Gallery and I look at one of the great paintings that excite me there, it's not so much the painting that excites me as that the painting unlocks all kinds of valves of sensation within me which return me to life more violently.

Hope is a good breakfast, but it is a bad supper.

Our humanity is a poor thing, except for the divinity that stirs within us.