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

I like to walk about amidst the beautiful things that adorn the world.

The mediocrity of everything in the great world of today is simply appalling. We live in intellectual slums.

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.

Tyrants are seldom free; the cares and the instruments of their tyranny enslave them.

To me, it seems a dreadful indignity to have a soul controlled by geography.

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.