It is only the superficial qualities that last. Man's deeper nature is soon found out.
It is not the prisoners who need reformation, it is the prisons.
The true mystery of the world is the visible, not the invisible.
Books are well written, or badly written. That is all.
The studio was filled with the rich odour of roses, and when the light summer wind stirred amidst the trees of the garden, there came through the open door the heavy scent of the lilac, or the more delicate perfume of the pink-flowering thorn.
Progress in thought is the assertion of individualism against authority.