Religion and art spring from the same root and are close kin. Economics and art are strangers.

Life is made up of marble and mud.

She wanted—what some people want throughout life—a grief that should deeply touch her, and thus humanize and make her capable of sympathy.

The moment when a man's head drops off is seldom or never, I am inclined to think, precisely the most agreeable of his life.

What other dungeon is so dark as one's own heart! What jailer so inexorable as one's self!

A hero cannot be a hero unless in a heroic world.

Eager souls, mystics and revolutionaries, may propose to refashion the world in accordance with their dreams; but evil remains, and so long as it lurks in the secret places of the heart, utopia is only the shadow of a dream