I am so convinced of the advantages of looking at mankind instead of reading about them, . . . that I think there should be a law amongst us to set our young men abroad for a term among the few allies our wars have left us.

Where there is mystery, it is generally suspected there must also be evil.

Let us have wine and women, mirth and laughter, sermons and soda water the day after.

I have not loved the world, nor the world me.

They used to say that knowledge is power. I used to think so, but I know now they mean money.

History, with all her volumes vast, Hath but one page.

Many are poets, but without the name;For what is Poesy but to createFrom overfeeling Good or Ill; and aimAt an external life beyond our fate,And be the new Prometheus of new men,Bestowing fire from Heaven, and then, too late,Finding the pleasure given repaid with pain