Accuracy is essential to beauty.

It is in bad taste," is the most formidable word an Englishman can pronounce.

The eyes of men converse as much as their tongues.

Steam was till the other day the devil which we dreaded. Every pot made by any human potter or brazier had a hole in its cover, to let off the enemy, lest he should lift pot and roof and carry the house away.

But a compassion for that which is not and cannot be useful and lovely, is degrading and futile.

The peace of the man who has forsworn the use of the bullet seems to me not quite peace, but a canting impotence.

Its the not the Destination, It's the journey.