People Who Feel Themselves To Be Exiles

Skepticism Is The Chastity Of The Intellect, And It Is Shameful To Surrender It Too Soon Or To The First Comer; There Is Nobility In Preserving It Coolly And Proudly Through Long Youth, Until At Last, In The Ripeness Of Instinct And Discretion, It Can Be Safely Exchanged For Fidelity And Happiness.

History Is Nothing But Assisted And Recorded Memory.

Old Places And Old Persons In Their Turn, When Spirit Dwells In Them, Have An Intrinsic Vitality Of Which Youth Is Incapable, Precisely, The Balance And Wisdom That Come From Long Perspectives And Broad Foundations

Tomes Of Aesthetic Criticism Hang On A Few Moments Of Real Delight And Intuition.

The Dreamer Can Know No Truth, Not Even About His Dream, Except By Awaking Out Of It.