Lovely promise and quick ruin are seen nowhere better than in Gothic architecture.

An artist may visit a museum but only a pedant can live there.

Every nation thinks its own madness normal and requisite; more passion and more fancy it calls folly, less it calls imbecility.

The existence of any evil anywhere at any time absolutely ruins a total optimism.

Spirituality lies in regarding existence merely as a vehicle for contemplation, and contemplation merely a vehicle for joy.

Words are weapons, and it is dangerous . . . to borrow them from the arsenal of the enemy.

Facts are all accidents. They all might have been different. They all may become different. They all may collapse altogether.