In a world of infinite choice people are struggling to figure out what to do.

He in whom the love of truth predominates . . . submits to the inconvenience of suspense and imperfect opinion; but he is a candidate for truth . . . and respects the highest law of his being.

There is never a beginning, there is never an end, to the inexplicable continuity of this web of God, but always circular power returning into itself.

We are wiser than we know.

Love of beauty is taste. The creation of beauty is art.

I hope in these days we have heard the last of conformity and consistency. Let the words be gazetted and ridiculous henceforward.Instead of the gong for dinner, let us hear a whistle from the Spartan fife.

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.