There are two kinds of weakness, that which breaks and that which bends.

Fastidiousness is only another word for egotism; and all men who know not where to look for truth save in the narrow well of self will find their own image at the bottom, and mistake it for what they are seeking.

To put more faith in lies and hate than truth and love, is the true atheism.

I would hardly change the sorrowful words of the poets for their glad ones. Tears dampen the strings of the lyre, but they grow the tensor for it, and ring even the clearer and more ravishingly.

The snow had begun in the gloaming, and busily all the night had been heaping field and highway with a silence deep and white.

If youth be a defect, it is one that we outgrow only too soon.

To have greatly dreamed precludes low ends.