Let the stoics say what they please, we do not eat for the good of living, but because the meat is savory and the appetite is keen.

Be brave enough to do the loving thing.

For it is not metres, but a metre-making argument that makes a poem.

People who wash much have a high mind about it, and talk down to those who wash little.

But, if we explore the literature of Heroism, we shall quickly come to Plutarch, who is its Doctor and historian. To him we owe the Brasidas, the Dion, the Epaminodas, the Scipio of old, and I must think we are more deeply indebted to him than to all the ancient writers. Each of his "Lives" is a refutation to the despondency and cowardice of our religious and political theorists. A wild courage, a Stoicism not of the schools, but of the blood, shines in every anecdote, and had given that book immense fame.

Art is a jealous mistress.

Give me health and a day, and I will make the pomp of emperors ridiculous.