Prosperity, pleasure and success, may be rough of grain and common in fibre, but sorrow is the most sensitive of all created things. There is nothing that stirs in the whole world of thought to which sorrow does not vibrate in terrible and exquisite pulsation. The thin beaten-out leaf of tremulous gold that chronicles the direction of forces the eye cannot see is in comparison coarse. It is a wound that bleeds when any hand but that of love touches it, and even then must bleed again, though not in pain.

Nothing is so dangerous as being too modern; one is apt to grow old fashioned quite suddenly.

I usually say what I really think. A great mistake nowadays. It makes one so liable to be misunderstood.

People seldom tell the truths that are worth telling. We ought to choose our truths as carefully as we choose our lies and to select our virtues with as much thought as we bestow upon the selection of our enemies.

All thought is immoral. Its very essence is destruction. If you think of anything, you kill it. Nothing survives being thought of.

The one duty we owe to history is to rewrite it.

To define is to limit.