If this is dying, I don't think much of it.

Englishmen have always loved Moliere.

Human beings are too important to be treated as mere symptoms of the past. They have a value which is independent of any temporal process──which is eternal, and must be felt for its own sake.

When Louis XIV assumed the reins of government France suddenly and wonderfully came to her maturity; it was as if the whole nation had burst into splendid flower.

There are a great deal of a great many kinds of love.

Perhaps the best test of a man's intelligence is his capacity for making a summary.

The history of the Victorian Age will never be written: we know too much about it.