Authors are the vanguard in the march of mind, the intellectual backwoodsmen, reclaiming from the idle wilderness new territories for the thought and activity of their happier brethren.

That monstrous tuberosity of civilised life, the capital of England.

If Jesus Christ were to come today, people would not even crucify him. They would ask him to dinner, and hear what he had to say, and make fun of it.

Nothing that was worthy in the past departs; no truth or goodness realized by man ever dies, or can die.

Silence, the great Empire of Silence: higher than all stars; deeper than the Kingdom of Death! It alone is great; all else is small.

Universal history, the history of what man has accomplished in this world, is at bottom the History of the Great Men who have worked here.

A true delineation of the smallest man is capable of interesting the greatest man.