In the ocean of baseness, the deeper we get, the easier the sinking.

In all literary history there is no such figure as Dante, no such homogeneousness of life and works, such loyalty to ideas, such sublime irrecognition of the unessential.

The soil out of which such men as he are made is good to be born on, good to live on, good to die for and to be buried in.

No mud can soil us but the mud we throw.

A weed is no more than a flower in disguise.

Blessed are they who have nothing to say and who cannot be persuaded to say it.

All God's angels come to us disguised.