Those who listened to Lord Chatham felt that there was something finer in the man, than anything which he said.
London is the epitome of our times, and the Rome of to-day.
We cannot forgive another for not being ourselves.
It is an esoteric doctrine of society, that a little wickedness is good to make muscle; as if conscience were not good for hands and legs.
When a man does not write his poetry, it escapes by other vents through him.
We are symbols, and inhabit symbols.