In religious matters a traveller loses nothing by civility.

Poetry is man's rebellion against being what he is.

I have followed after the truth, across this windy planet upon which every person is nourished by one or another lie.

In religious matters a traveller loses nothing by civility.

What really matters is that there is so much faith and love and kindliness which we can share with and provoke in others, and that by cleanly, simple, generous living we approach perfection in the highest and most lovely of all arts. . . . But you, I think, have always comprehended this.

Literature is a vast bazaar where customers come to purchase everything except mirrors.

For although this was a very heroic war, with a parade of every sort of high moral principle, and with the most sonorous language employed upon both sides, it somehow failed to bring about either the reformation or the ruin of humankind: and after the conclusion of the murdering and general breakage, the world went on pretty much as it has done after all other wars, with a vague notion that a deal of time and effort had been unprofitably invested, and a conviction that it would be inglorious to say so.