Monotony has nothing to do with a place; monotony, either in its sensation or its infliction, is simply the quality of a person. There are no dreary sights; there are only dreary sight seers.

If you know what a man's doing, get in front of him; but if you want to guess what he's doing keep behind him.

The perplexity of life arises from there being too many interesting things in it for us to be interested properly in any of them.

The aim of life is appreciation; there is no sense in not appreciating things; and there is no sense in having more of them if you have less appreciation of them.

All good writers express the state of their souls, even (as occurs in some cases of very good writers) if it is a state of damnation.

...I will praise the English climate till I die—even if I die of the English climate. There is no weather so good as English weather. Nay, in a real sense there is no weather at all anywhere but in England. In France you have much sun and some rain; in Italy you have hot winds and cold winds; in Scotland and Ireland you have rain, either thick or thin; in America you have hells of heat and cold, and in the Tropics you have sunstrokes varied by thunderbolts. But all these you have on a broad and brutal scale, and you settle down into contentment or despair.

The evolutionists seem to know everything about the missing link except the fact that it is missing.