That young man with the long, auburn hair and the impudent face - that young man was not really a poet; but surely he was a poem.

The things we see every day are the things we never see at all.

How quickly revolutions grow old; and, worse still, respectable.

Christendom has had a series of revolutions and in each one of them Christianity has died. Christianity has died many times and risen again; for it had a God who knew the way out of the grave.

Madness does not come by breaking out, but by giving in; by settling down in some dirty, little, self-repeating circle of ideas; by being tamed.

My attitude toward progress has passed from antagonism to boredom. I have long ceased to argue with people who prefer Thursday to Wednesday because it is Thursday.

Agnostic is the Greek word, for the Latin word, for ignorant