Defeat is not the worst of failures. Not to have tried is the true failure.

I am quite sure that no friendship yields its true pleasure and nobility of nature without frequent communication, sympathy and service.

The critic is genius at one remove; he is not unlike an actor on the stage, and incarnates in his mind, as the actor embodies in his person, another's work; only thus does he understand art, realize it, know it; and having arrived at this, his task is done.

Seasonal changes, as it were, take place in history, when there is practically an almost universal death, a falling of the foliage of the tree of life. Such were the intervals between the ancient and mediaeval time, the mediaeval and the modern.

"Old times" never come back and I suppose it's just as well. What comes back is a new morning every day in the year, and that's better.

Defeat is not the worst of failures. Not to have tried is the true failure.

Is there not an art, a music, and a stream of words that shalt be life, the acknowledged voice of life?