Races and nations are thus ever ready to believe the worst of one another.

In their work, then, as in their play, men and women are more and more coming to share with each other as comrades, and really the fun of life seems in no wise diminished as a consequence.

A critic is a man created to praise greater men than himself, but he is never able to find them.

We also maintain - again with perfect truth - that mystery is more than half of beauty, the element of strangeness that stirs the senses through the imagination.

Wild oats will get sown some time, and one of the arts of life is to sow them at the right time.

There is something mean in human nature that prefers to think evil, that gives a willing ear and a ready welcome to calumny, a sort of jealousy of goodness and greatness and things of good report.

A wholesome oblivion of one's neighbours is the beginning of wisdom.