The man or country that fights priestcraft and priests is to my mind striking deeper for freedom than can be struck anywhere.

My religion of life is always to be cheerful.

What a dusty answer gets the soul When hot for certainties in this our life!

Memoirs are the backstairs of history.

The man of science is nothing if not a poet gone wrong.

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.

Earth knows no desolation. She smells regeneration in the moist breath of decay.