A day will come when a cannon will be exhibited in museums, just as instruments of torture are now, and the people will be astonished that such a thing could have been.

Life is the flower for which love is the honey.

Now, one cannot read nonsense with impunity.

God was bored by him.

There is no distress so complete but that even in the most critical moments the inexplicable sunrise of hope is seen in its depths.

Homer is one of the men of genius who solve that fine problem of art - the finest of all, perhaps - truly to depict humanity by the enlargement of man: that is, to generate the real in the ideal.

Creation lives, grows, and multiplies; man is but a witness.