Growing old is not a gradual decline, but a series of drops, full of sorrow, from one ledge to another below it.
Most people sell their souls, and live with a good conscience on the proceeds.
An improper mind is a perpetual feast.
It's an odd thing about this universe that, though we all disagree with each other, we are all of us always in the right.
The vitality of a new movement in Art must be gauged by the fury it arouses.
Only among people who think no evil can Evil monstrously flourish.