Once admit that we have the right to inflict unnecessary suffering and you destroy the very basis of human society.

Not the least hard thing to bear when they go from us, these quiet friends, is that they carry away with them so many years of our own lives.

I drink the wine of aspiration and the drug of illusion. Thus I am never dull.

Justice is a machine that, when some one has once given it the starting push, rolls on of itself.

I am still under the impression that there is nothing alive quite so beautiful as a thoroughbred horse.

The talked-about is always the last to hear the talk . . .

Beauty means this to one person, perhaps, and that to the other. And yet when any one of us has seen or heard or read that which to us is beautiful, we have known an emotion which is in every case the same in kind, if not in degree; an emotion precious and uplifting.