The man who would emancipate art from discipline and reason is trying to elude rationality, not merely in art, but in all existence.

The world is so ordered that we must, in a material sense, lose everything we have and love, one thing after another, until we ourselves close our eyes.

Nothing is inherently and invincibly young except spirit. And spirit can enter a human being perhaps better in the quiet of old age and dwell there more undisturbed than in the turmoil of adventure.

Skepticism, like chastity, should not be relinquished too readily.

Oxford, the paradise of dead philosophies.

The human mind is not rich enough to drive many horses abreast and wants one general scheme, under which it strives to bring everything.

...science is nothing but developed perception, interpreted intent, common-sense rounded out and minutely articulated. It is therefore as much an instinctive product, as much a stepping forth of human courage in the dark, as is any inevitable dream or impulsive action.