Mankind is becoming a single unit, and that for a unit to fight against itself is suicide.

Here, where we reach the sphere of mathematics, we are among processes which seem to some the most inhuman of all human activities and the most remote from poetry. Yet it is here that the artist has the fullest scope of his imagination.

It is on our failures that we base a new and different and better success.

Every artist writes his own autobiography.

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

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.

There has never been any country at every moment so virtuous and so wise that it has not sometimes needed to be saved from itself.