If the truth were to be known, everyone would be wearing a scarlet letter of one form or another.

He whose genius appears deepest and truest excels his fellows in nothing save the knack of expression; he throws out occasionally a lucky hint at truths of which every human soul is profoundly though unutterably conscious.

It is not good for man to cherish a solitary ambition. Unless there be those around him, by whose example he may regulate himself, his thoughts, desires, and hopes will become extravagant, and he the semblance, perhaps the reality, of a madman

There can be...no power...to disclose...the secrets that may be buried with a human heart. The heart, making itself guilty of such secrets, must perforce hold them until the day when all hidden things be revealed.

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

A singular fact, that, when man is a brute, he is the most sensual and loathsome of all brutes.

A stale article, if you dip it in a good, warm, sunny smile, will go off better than a fresh one that you've scowled upon.