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.

In the early days of Christianity the exercise of chastity was frequently combined with a close and romantic intimacy of affection between the sexes which shocked austere moralists.

Jealousy, that dragon which slays love under the pretence of keeping it alive.

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

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

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.

What we call progress is the exchange of one nuisance for another nuisance.