Any coward can fight a battle when he's sure of winning; but give me the man who has the pluck to fight when he's sure of losing.
Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.
If Art does not enlarge men's sympathies, it does nothing morally.
There is a mercy which is weakness, and even treason against the common good.
I protest against any absolute conclusion.
The world is full of hopeful analogies and handsome, dubious eggs, called possibilities.