We praise or blame as one or the other affords more opportunity for exhibiting our power of judgement.

One is punished best for one's virtues.

And you tell me, friends, that there is no disputing taste and tasting? But all life is a dispute over taste and tasting!

Pitch-black winter nights live in my bones.

It is nothing but fanaticism and beautiful soulism to expect very much (or even, much only) from humanity when it has forgotten how to wage war.

Like tourists huffing and puffing to reach the peak we forget the view on the way up.

Love is a state in which a man sees things most decidedly as they are not.