And where the deepest current crawls/ Like thistledown the dainty fly falls./ Then from the depths a silver gleam/ Quick flashes, like a jewel bright./ Up through the waters of the stream/ An instant visible to sight/ As lightning cleaves to sombre sky/ A rainbow rises to the fly.

We can pay our debts to the past by putting the future in debt to ourselves.

Pessimism is the one ism which kills the soul.

Civilization is a conspiracy. Modern life is the silent compact of comfortable folk to keep up pretences.

It struck me that Albania was the sort of place that might keep a man from yawning.

That is the supreme value of history. The study of it is the best guarantee against repeating it.

The true definition of a snob is one who craves for what separates men rather than for what unites them.