The beauty we love is very silent. It smiles softly to itself, but never speaks.

The beauty we love is very silent. It smiles softly to itself, but never speaks.

Be it whim or emergency, the modern laboratory is equally at the service of romance, equally ready to gratify mankind with a torpedo or a toy.

It is the fine excesses of life that make it worth living.

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

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

The spiritual element, the really important part of religion, has no concern with Time and Space, temporary mundane laws, or conduct.