The vital straining towards an ideal, definite but latent, when it dominates a whole life, may express that ideal more fully than could the best chosen words.

Skepticism is the chastity of the intellect, and it is shameful to surrender it too soon or to the first comer.

Civilization is perhaps approaching one of those long winters that overtake it from time to time. Romantic Christendom - picturesque, passionate, unhappy episode - may be coming to an end. Such a catastrophe would be no reason for despair.

To knock a thing down, especially if it is cocked at an arrogant angle, is a deep delight of the blood.

To call war the soil of courage and virtue is like calling debauchery the soil of love.

The works of nature first acquire a meaning in the commentaries they provoke.

To be bewitched is not to be saved, though all the magicians and aesthetes in the world should pronounce it to be so.