Yet these uneasy pleasures and fine pains are for curiosity, and not for life.
The modernness of all good books seems to give men an existence as wide as man.
Play out the game, act well your part, and if the gods have blundered, we will not.
The world globes itself in a drop of dew.
The Artist always has the masters in his eyes.
We boast our emancipation from many superstitions; but if we have broken any idols, it is through a transfer of idolatry.