Travelling is like a novel: it's what happens that counts.

Weeds are omnipresent; errors are to be found in the heart of the most lovable.

Art for art's sake is an empty phrase. Art for the sake of truth, art for the sake of the good and the beautiful, that is the faith I am searching for.

fretting at trouble only doubles it.

It is quite wrong to think of old age as a downward slope. On the contrary, one climbs higher and higher with the ad-vancing years, and that, too with sur-prising strides. Brain-work comes as easily to the old as physical exertion to the child. One is moving, it is true, towards the end of life, but that end is now a goal, and not a reef in which the vessel may be dashed.

Every historian discloses a new horizon.

The lessons of experience are always learned too late.