A dandy is a clothes-wearing man--a man whose trade, office, and existence consist in the wearing of clothes. Every faculty of his soul, spirit, person and purse is heroically consecrated to this one object--the wearing of clothes, wisely and well; so that, as others dress to live, he lives to dress.

No man lives without jostling and being jostled; in all ways he has to elbow himself through the world, giving and receiving offence.

Might and right do differ frightfully from hour to hour, but then centuries to try it in, they are found to be identical.

Silence is the element in which great things fashion themselves together.

So much of truth, only under an ancient obsolete vesture, but the spirit of it still true, do I find in the Paganism of old nations. Nature is still divine, the revelation of the workings of God; the Hero is still worshipable: this, under poor cramped incipient forms, is what all Pagan religions have struggled, as they could, to set forth.

The person who cannot laugh is not only ready for treason, and deceptions, their whole life is already a treason and deception.

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.