To die for one's great ideas is glorious - and easy. The horror is to outlive them. That is our worst capability.

When a man forgets his ideals he may hope for happiness, but not till then.

It is our imagination, not our conscience, which makes us better than the beasts of the field.

What is beautiful is right: what is unbeautiful is wrong.

There is no misery quite so wearing as the misery of a false position. It seems to slay the body and the soul.

love comes to man through his senses - to woman through her imagination.

Those who have made unhappy marriages walk on stilts, while the happy ones are on a level with the crowd. No one sees 'em!