Taste is the next gift to genius.
He mastered whatever was not worth the knowing.
A friendship counting nearly forty years is the finest kind of shade-tree I know.
Year by year, more and more of the world gets disenchanted. Even the icy privacy of the arctic and antarctic circles is invaded. We have played Jack Horner with our earth, till there is never a plum left in it.
There is something magnificent in having a country to love.
It is only by instigation of the wrongs of men that what are called the Rights of Man become turbulent and dangerous.