There is a kind of courtesy in skepticism. It would be an offense against polite conventions to press our doubts too far.

Let a man once overcome his selfish terror at his own finitude, and his finitude itself is, in one sense, overcome.

There are three traps that strangle philosophy: The church, the marriage bed, and the professor's chair.

Even the most inspired verse, which boasts not without a relative justification to be immortal, becomes in the course of ages a scarcely legible hieroglyphic; the language it was written in dies, a learned education and an imaginative effort are requisite to catch even a vestige of its original force. Nothing is so irrevocable as mind.

The only kind of reform usually possible is reform from within; a more intimate study and more intelligent use of the traditional forms.

With an artist no sane man quarrels, any more than with the colour of a child's eyes.

The degree in which a poet's imagination dominates reality is, in the end, the exact measure of his importance and dignity.