He who can not learn to love must flatter.

A genuine work of art usually displeases at first sight, as it suggests a deficiency in the spectator.

Our destiny often looks like a fruit-tree in winter. Who would think from its pitiable aspect that those rigid boughs, those rough twigs could next spring again be green, bloom, and even bear fruit? Yet we hope it, we know it.

I've often heard it said a preacher might learn with a comedian for a teacher.

There is no patriotic art and no patriotic science.

The traveler was active; he went strenuously in search of people, of adventure, of experience. The tourist is passive.

Gray is the color of all theory