The absence of flaw in beauty is itself a flaw.

The great writer finds style as the mystic finds God, in his own soul.

All civilization has from time to time become a thin crust over a volcano of revolution.

It is the little writer rather than the great writer who seems never to quote, and the reason is that he is never really doing anything else.

The relation of the individual person to the species he belongs to is the most intimate of all relations.

It is curious how there seems to be an instinctive disgust in Man for his nearest ancestors and relations. If only Darwin could conscientiously have traced man back to the Elephant or the Lion or the Antelope, how much ridicule and prejudice would have been spared to the doctrine of Evolution.

We cannot remain consistent with the world save by growing inconsistent with our past selves.