The Museum is not meant either for the wanderer to see by accident or for the pilgrim to see with awe. It is meant for the mere slave of a routine of self- education to stuff himself with every sort of incongruous intellectual food in one indigestible meal.

The men of the clique live together because they have the same kind of soul, and their narrowness is a narrowness of spiritual coherence and contentment, like that which exists in hell . . .

It seems a pity that psychology has destroyed all our knowledge of human nature.

It is only great men who take up a great space by not being there.

Adventure is the champagne of life.

You cannot love a thing without wanting to fight for it.

I am the fool in this story, and no rebel shall hurl me from my throne.