That a Parliament, especially a Parliament with Newspaper Reporters firmly established in it, is an entity which by its very nature cannot do work, but can do talk only.

A laugh, to be joyous, must flow from a joyous heart, for without kindness, there can be no true joy.

Secrecy is the element of all goodness; even virtue, even beauty is mysterious.

A false man found a religion? Why, a false man cannot build a brick house!

Is man’s civilization only a wrappage, through which the savage nature of him can still burst, infernal as ever?

Music is well said to be the speech of angels; in fact, nothing among the utterances allowed to man is felt to be so divine. It brings us near to the infinite.

Speech is human, silence is divine, yet also brutish and dead: therefore we must learn both arts.