The sort of man who admires Italian art while despising Italian religion is a tourist and a cad.

Odd, isn't it, that a thief and a vagabond should repent, when so many who are rich and secure remain hard and frivolous, and without fruit for God or man?

Men did not love Rome because she was great. She was great because they had loved her.

An inconvenience is an adventure wrongly considered.

Then I only wondered who put the toys in the stocking; now I wonder who put the stocking by the bed, and the bed in the room, and the room in the house, and the house on the planet, and the great planet in the void.

The real trouble with this world of ours is not that it is an unreasonable one. The trouble is that it is nearly reasonable, but not quite.

In the glad old days, before the rise of modern morbidities...it used to be thought a disadvantage to be misunderstood.