Beautiful things, when taste is formed, are obviously and unaccountably beautiful.

Theory helps us to bear our ignorance of facts.

Thought is essentially practical in the sense that but for thought no motion would be an action, no change a progress.

Time is like an enterprising manager always bent on staging some new and surprising production, without knowing very well what it will be.

We go right enough, darling, if we go wrong together!

The traveller must be somebody and come from somewhere, so that his definite character and moral traditions may supply an organ and a point of comparison for his observations.

Even under the most favourable circumstances no mortal can be asked to seize the truth in its wholeness or at its centre.

The truth, my friends, is not eloquent, except unspoken; its vast shadow lends eloquence to our sparks of thought as they die into it.

The truth is cruel, but it can be loved, and it makes free those who have loved it.

Artists have no less talents than ever; their taste, their vision, their sentiment are often interesting; they are mighty in their independence and feeble only in their works.