Great drama is the souvenir of the adventure of a master among the pieces of his own soul.
The path of sound credence is through the thick forest of skepticism.
A man's wife is his compromise with the illusion of his first sweetheart.
It is the mark of a superior person that, left to themselves they are able endlessly to amuse, interest and entertain themselves out of their personal stock of meditations, ideas, criticisms, memories, philosophy, humor and what not.
Patriotism is often an arbitrary veneration of real estate above principles.
The notion that as a man grows older his illusions leave him is not quite true. What is true is that his early illusions are supplanted by new, and to him, equally convincing illusions.