Beauty is the child of love.

Those persons who are burning to display heroism may rest assured that the course of social evolution will offer them every opportunity.

Thinking in its lower grades, is comparable to paper money, and in its higher forms it is a kind of poetry.

The sanitary and mechanical age we are now entering makes up for the mercy it grants to our sense of smell by the ferocity with which it assails our sense of hearing.

Dancing as an art, we may be sure, cannot die out, but will always be undergoing a rebirth. Not merely as an art, but also as a social custom, it perpetually emerges afresh from the soul of the people.

Man lives by imagination.

The average husband enjoys the total effect of his home but is usually unable to contribute any of the details of work and organisation that make it enjoyable.