Religion Is The Love Of Life In

If A Man Really Knew Himself He Would Utterly Despise The Ignorant Notions Others Might Form On A Subject In Which He Had Such Matchless Opportunities For Observation.

Nature In Denying Us Perennial Youth Has At Least Invited Us To Become Unselfish And Noble.

The Same Battle In The Clouds Will Be Known To The Deaf Only As Lightning And To The Blind Only As Thunder.

Lovely Promise And Quick Ruin Are Seen Nowhere Better Than In Gothic Architecture.

With An Artist No Sane Man Quarrels, Any More Than With The Colour Of A Child's Eyes.