For a man who has done his natural duty, death is as natural as sleep.

Skepticism is the chastity of the intellect...

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.

The passions grafted on wounded pride are the most inveterate; they are green and vigorous in old age.

Music is essentially useless, as life is; but both have an ideal extension which lends utility to its conditions.

Not to believe in love is a great sign of dullness. There are some people so indirect and lumbering that they think all real affection rests on circumstantial evidence.

A friend's only gift is himself.