Literature flourishes best when it is half a trade and half an art.
Civilization is being poisoned by its own waste products.
Patriotism varies, from a noble devotion to a moral lunacy.
Love remembered and consecrated by grief belongs, more clearly than the happy intercourse of friends, to the eternal world; it has proved itself stronger than death.
All human love is a holy thing, the holiest thing in our experience.
The happy people are those who are producing something; the bored people are those who are consuming much and producing nothing.