It is rash to intrude upon the piety of others: both the depth and the grace of it elude the stranger.

With an artist no sane man quarrels, any more than with the colour of a child's eyes.

Beauty as we feel it is something indescribable; what it is or what it means can never be said.

Christianity persecuted, tortured, and burned. Like a hound it tracked the very scent of heresy. It kindled wars, and nursed furious hatreds and ambitions. It sanctified, quite like Mohammedism, extermination and tyranny. All this would have been impossible if, like Buddhism, it had looked only for peace and the liberation of souls. It looked beyond; it dreamt of infinite blisses and crowns it should be crowned with before an electrified universe and an applauding God... Buddhism had tried to quiet a sick world with anesthetics; Christianity sought to purge it with fire.

Culture is on the horns of this dilemma: if profound and noble it must remain rare, if common it must become mean.

We do right enough darling, if we go wrong together.

Columbus gave the world another world.