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

The more rapidly a civilization progresses, the sooner it dies for another to rise in its place.

The prevalence of suicide, without doubt, is a test of height in civilization; it means that the population is winding up its nervous and intellectual system to the utmost point of tension and that sometimes it snaps.

One can know nothing of giving aught that is worthy to give unless one also knows how to take.

All the art of living lies in a fine mingling of letting go and holding on.

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.

The husband - by primitive instinct partly, certainly by ancient tradition - regards himself as the active partner in matters of love and his own pleasure as legitimately the prime motive for activity.