The health of the eye seems to demand a horizon. We are never tired, so long as we can see far enough.

The time will come when the evil forms we have known can no more be organized. Man's culture can spare nothing, wants all material. He is to convert all impediments into instruments, all enemies into power.

I have no expectation that any man will read history aright who thinks that what was done in a remote age, by men whose names have resounded far, has any deeper sense than what he is doing today.

We are all wise for other people, none for himself.

It has been the office of art to educate the perception of beauty. We are immersed in beauty but our eyes have no clear vision.

An action is the perfection and publication of thought.

There are dull and bright, sacred and profane, coarse and fine egotists. It is a disease that, like influenza, falls on all constitutions. In the distemper known to physicians as chorea, the patient sometimes turns round, and continues to spin slowly in one spot. Is egotism a metaphysical varioloid of this malady?