Civilization is the lamb's skin in which barbarism masquerades. |
True art selects and paraphrases, but seldom gives a verbatim translation. Topics: Art |
A man is known by the company his mind keeps. |
The ocean moans over dead men's bones. |
I like to have a thing suggested rather than told in full. When every detail is given, the mind rests satisfied, and the imagination loses the desire to use its own wings. |
They fail, and they alone, who have not striven. |
Books that have become classics - books that have had their day and now get more praise than perusal - always remind me of retired colonels and majors and captains who, having reached the age limit, find themselves retired on half pay. |
The man who suspects his own tediousness is yet to be born. |
What is lovely never dies, put passes into other loveliness. |
There must be such a thing as a child with average ability, but you can't find a parent who will admit that it is his child. |
To keep the heart unwrinkled, to be hopeful, kindly, cheerful, reverent - that is to triumph over old age. |
No bird has ever uttered note That was not in some first bird's throat; Since Eden's freshness and man's fall No rose has been original. |