Every artist writes his own autobiography.

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

So far as business and money are concerned, a country gains nothing by a successful war, even though that war involves the acquisition of immense new provinces.

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.

We cannot be sure that we ought not to regard the most criminal country as that which in some aspects possesses the highest civilization.

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.

There is nothing more fragile than civilization.