Tomes of aesthetic criticism hang on a few moments of real delight and intuition.

The young man who has not wept is a savage, and the older man who will not laugh is a fool.

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.

Eloquence is a republican art, as conversation is an aristocratic one.

The traveller must be somebody and come from somewhere, so that his definite character and moral traditions may supply an organ and a point of comparison for his observations.

It is right to prefer our own country to all others, because we are children and citizens before we can be travellers or philosophers.

Sometimes we have to change the truth in order to remember it.