The last thing a woman will consent to in a man whom she loves, or on whom she simply depends, is want of courage.

Don't you forget what's divine in the Russian soul and that's resignation.

The good author is he who contemplates without marked joy or excessive sorrow the adventures of his soul amongst criticisms.

The last thing a woman will consent to in a man whom she loves, or on whom she simply depends, is want of courage.

We looked at the venerable stream not in the vivid flush of a short day that comes and departs forever, but in the august light of abiding memories.

The artist in his calling of interpreter creates because he must. He is so much of a voice that, for him, silence is like death

A fool has more ideas than a wise man can foresee.