Few men realize that their life, the very essence of their character, their capabilities and their audacities, are only the expression of their belief in the safety of their surroundings.

There is something haunting in the light of the moon.

It is not the clear-sighted who rule the world. Great achievements are accomplished in a blessed, warm fog.

He has to live in the midst of the incomprehensible, which is also detestable.

Criticism, that fine flower of personal expression in the garden of letters.

I take it that what all men are really after is some form or perhaps only some formula of peace.

There is, as every schoolboy knows in this scientific age, a very close chemical relation between coal and diamonds. It is the reason, I believe, why some people allude to coal as "black diamonds." Both these commodities represent wealth; but coal is a much less portable form of property.