If you would know what nobody knows, read what everybody reads, just one year afterwards.

In the actual world--the painful kingdom of time and place--dwell care, and canker, and fear. With thought, with the ideal, is immortal hilarity, the rose of joy.

Happy will the house be in which the relationships are formed from character.

In art, the hand can never execute anything higher than the heart can imagine.

Man moves in all modes, by legs of horses, by wings of winds, by steam, by gas of balloon, by electricity, and stands on tiptoe threatening to hunt the eagle in his own element.

London is the epitome of our times, and the Rome of to-day.

In the highest civilization the book is still the highest delight.