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

Celestial spirit that doth roll; The heart's sepulchral stone away, Be this our resurrection day, The singing Easter of the soul - O gentle Master of the Wise, Teach us to say: "I will arise."

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

It is curious how, from time immemorial, man seems to have associated the idea of evil with beauty, shrunk from it with a sort of ghostly fear, while, at the same time drawn to it by force of its hypnotic attraction.

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.

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

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