It is only the intellectually lost who ever argue.

Give children beauty, not the record of bloody slaughters and barbarous brawls, as they call history, or of the latitude and longitude of places nobody cares to visit, as they call geography.

Like two doomed ships that pass in storm we had crossed each other's way: but we made no sign, we said no word, we had no word to say.

The General was essentially a man of peace, except in his domestic life.

Hesitation of any kind is a sign of mental decay in the young, of physical weakness in the old.

The heart was made to be broken.

There are moments when art attains almost to the dignity of manual labor.