Religion in its humility restores man to his only dignity, the courage to live by grace.

The world is a perpetual caricature of itself; at every moment it is the mockery and the contradiction of what it is pretending to be.

Mortality has its compensations; one is that all evils are transitory, another that better times may come.

Religion is indeed a convention which a man must be bred in to endure with any patience; and yet religion, for all its poetic motley, comes closer than work-a-day opinion to the heart of things.

It is a pleasant surprise to him (the pure mathematician) and an added problem if he finds that the arts can use his calculations, or that the senses can verify them, much as if a composer found that sailors could heave better when singing his songs.

History is a pack of lies about events that never happened told by people who weren't there.

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