The condition of perfection is idleness: the aim of perfection is youth.
Anyone can sympathize with the sufferings of a friend, but it requires a very fine nature to sympathize with a friend's success.
The evolution of man is slow. The injustice of men is great.
It seems to me that we all look at Nature too much, and live with her too little.
Art persists, it timelessly continues.
The quivering, ardent sunlight showed him the lines of cruelty round the mouth as clearly as if he had been looking into a mirror after he had done some dreadful thing.