It is probably always disastrous not to be a poet.
The genius of the French language, descended from its single Latin stock, has triumphed most in the contrary direction - in simplicity, in unity, in clarity, and in restraint.
If this is dying, I don't think much of it.
There are a great deal of a great many kinds of love.
The history of the Victorian Age will never be written: we know too much about it.
The old interests of aristocracy - the romance of action, the exalted passions of chivalry and war - faded into the background, and their place was taken by the refined and intimate pursuits of peace and civilization.