She whom I love is hard to catch and conquer, Hard, but O the glory of the winning were she won!

Among the Diaries beginning with the second quarter of our century, there is frequent mention of a lady then becoming famous for her beauty and her wit: "an unusual combination," in the deliberate syllables of one of the writers, who is, however, not disposed to personal irony when speaking of her.

The stench of the trail of Ego in our History. It is ego - ego, the fountain cry, origin, sole source of war.

Prayer for worldly goods is worse than fruitless, but prayer for strength of soul is that passion of the soul which catches the gift it seeks.

Cynicism is intellectual dandyism.

God's rarest blessing is, after all, a good woman!

The future not being born, my friend, we will abstain from baptizing it.