The loss of our illusions is the only loss from which we never recover.

There is a chord in every heart that has a sigh in it if touched aright.

Women hope that the dead love may revive; but men know that of all dead things none are so past recall as a dead passion.

It is quite easy for stupid people to be happy; they believe in fables, and they trot on in a beaten track like a horse on a tramway.

Even of death Christianity has made a terror which was unknown to the gay calmness of the Pagan and the stoical repose of the Indian.

age is nothing but death that is conscious.

Count art by gold, and it fetters the feet it once winged.