I knew nothing but shadows and I thought them to be real.

Where there is sorrow, there is holy ground.

He was a hero to his valet, who bullied him, and a terror to most of his relations, whom he bullied in turn. Only England could have produced him, and he always said that the country was going to the dogs. His principles were out of date, but there was a good deal to be said for his prejudices.

The world seemed to me fine because you were in it, and goodness more real because you lived.

Everything in moderation, including moderation.

Art finds her own perfection within, and not outside of, herself. She is not to be judged by any external standard of resemblance.

Those who try to lead the people can only do so by following the mob. It is through the voice of one crying in the wilderness that the ways of the gods must be prepared.