I like a man who likes to see a fine barn as well as a good tragedy.

When it is dark enough, men see the stars.

Art, in the artist, is proportion, or, a habitual respect to the whole by an eye loving beauty in details. And the wonder and charm of it is the sanity in insanity which it denotes.

It really is considered one of the blessings of previous mates which you could manage being silly with them.

There is one other reason for dressing well, namely that dogs respect it, and will not attack you in good clothes.

Underneath the inharmonious and trivial particulars, is a musical perfection, the Ideal journeying always with us, the heaven without rent or seam.

There is ever a slight suspicion of the burlesque about earnest good men.