What of Art? -It is a malady. --Love? -An Illusion. --Religion? -The fashionable substitute for Belief. --You are a sceptic. -Never! Scepticism is the beginning of Faith. --What are you? -To define is to limit.

It is because Humanity has never known where it was going that it has been able to find its way.

Beauty is the only thing that time cannot harm. Philosophies fall away like sand, and creeds follow one another like the withered leaves of Autumn; but what is beautiful is a joy for all seasons and a possession for all eternity.

I didn't say I liked it Harry. I said it fascinated me. There is a great difference.

We live, I regret to say, in an age of Big Data hype.

Would you be in any way offended if I said that you seem to me to be in every way the visible personification of absolute perfection?

A thing is not necessarily true because a man dies for it.