Art is the most passionate orgy within man's grasp.

Women are like the arts, forced unto none, Open to all searchers, unprized, if unknown.

For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love.

I do not love a man, except I hate his vices, because those vices are the enemies, and the destruction of that friend whom I love.

O how feeble is man's power, that if good fortune fall, cannot add another hour, nor a lost hour recall!

Death is an ascension to a better library.

Commemoration of Richard Meux Benson, Founder of the Society of St John the Evangelist, 1915 Our critical day is not the very day of our death, but the whole course of our life; I thank him, that prays for me when my bell tolls; but I thank him much more, that catechizes me, or preaches to me, or instructs me how to live.