The body sins once, and has done with its sin, for action is a mode of purification. Nothing remains then but the recollection of a pleasure, or the luxury of a regret.

The burden of this world is too great for one man to bear, and the world’s sorrow too heavy for one heart to suffer.

He to whom the present is the only thing that is present, knows nothing of the age in which he lives.

It is a sad truth, but we have lost the faculty of giving lovely names to things.

Democracy means simply the bludgeoning of the people by the people for the people.

In spite of the roaring of the young lions at the Union, and the screaming of the rabbits in the home of the vivisect, in spite of Keble College, and the tramways, and the sporting prints, Oxford still remains the most beautiful thing in England, and nowhere else are life and art so exquisitely blended, so perfectly made one.

Fathers should be neither seen nor heard. That is the only proper basis for family life.