The way of even the most jusitifiable revolution is prepared by personal impulses disguised into creeds.

A certain simplicity of thought is common to serene souls at both ends of the social scale.

It's only those who do nothing that make no mistakes, I suppose.

A modern fleet of ships does not so much make use of the sea as exploit a highway.

Joy and sorrow in this world pass into each other, mingling their forms and their murmurs in the twilight of life as mysterious as an overshadowed ocean, while the dazzling brightness of supreme hopes lies far off, fascinating and still, on the distant edge of the horizon

Beyond the fence the forest stood up spectrally in the moonlight, and through the dim stir, through the faint sounds of that lamentable courtyard, the silence of the land went home to one's very heart - its mystery, its greatness, the amazing reality of its concealed life.

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