In the country the darkness of night is friendly and familiar, but in a city, with its blaze of lights, it is unnatural, hostile and menacing. It is like a monstrous vulture that hovers, biding its time.

I'll give you my opinion of the human race in a nutshell... their heart's in the right place, but their head is a thoroughly inefficient organ.

The artist produces for the liberation of his soul.

I always find it more difficult to say the things I mean than the things I don't.

He found that it was easy to make a heroic gesture, but hard to abide by its results.

Let us develop the resources of our land, call forth its powers, build up its institutions, promote all its great interests, and see whether we also, in our day and generation, may not perform something worthy to be remembered.

I thought it was only in revealed religion that a mistranslation improved the sense.