The dead are all holy, even they that were base and wicked while alive. Their baseness and wickedness was not they, was but the heavy and unmanageable environment that lay round them.

Heroism is the divine relation which, in all times, unites a great man to other men.

Beautiful it is, and a gleam from the same eternal pole-star visible amid the destinies of men, that all talent, all intellect, is in the first plane moral. What a world were this otherwise!

The hell of these days is the fear of not getting along, especially of not making money.

A heavenly awe overshadowed and encompassed, as it still ought, and must, all earthly business whatsoever.

Originality is a thing we constantly clamour for, and constantly quarrel with.

Nature alone is antique, and the oldest art a mushroom.