“I am still under the impression that there is nothing alive quite so beautiful as a thoroughbred horse.”

And to be stolen away from ourselves by Art is a momentary relaxation from that itching, a minute’s profound, and as it were secret, enfranchisement.

Come! Let us lay a lance in rest, And tilt at windmills under a wild sky!

The young man who, at the end of September, 1924, dismounted from a taxicab in South Square,

It was such a spring day as breathes into a man an ineffable yearning, a painful sweetness, a longing that makes him stand motionless, looking at the leaves or grass, and fling out his arms to embrace he knows not what.

The law is what it is-a majestic edifice, sheltering all of us, each stone of which rests on another.

To dislike the clothes and voices of other men – all this was precious to her beyond everything.

It`s always worth while before you do anything to consider whether it`s going to hurt another person more than is absolutely necessary.

Art is the one form of human energy in the whole world, which really works for union, and destroys the barriers between man and man.

There are moments when Nature reveals the passion hidden beneath the careless calm of her ordinary moods-violent spring flashing white on almond-blossom through the purple clouds.

It’s not life that counts but the fortitude you bring into it.

One’s eyes are what one is, one’s mouth is what one becomes.

The bicycle… has been responsible for more movement in manners and morals than anything since Charles the Second.

Take modern courtships! They resulted in the same thing as under George the Second, but took longer to reach it, owing to the motor-cycle and the standing lunch.

The beginnings and endings of all human undertakings are untidy.

A man is the sum of his actions, of what he has done, of what he can do, Nothing else.

We are all familiar with the argument: Make war dreadful enough, and there will be no war. And we none of us believe it.

While what is superstition, fad, and myth can be recognized as such and used only when there is nothing else to support us in our frustration and despair.

Every city has a sex and an age which have nothing to do with demography. Rome is feminine. So is Odessa. London is a teenager, an urchin, and, in this, hasn’t changed since the time of Dickens. Paris, I believe, is a man in his twenties in love with an older woman.

When one is perfectly still-mind and body, silent and alone-there is no personality to speak of, thus personality is one’s unique way of expression, it is what others see and know of us, nothing more or deeper than that.

Cut through the ridicule and search for factual information in most of the skeptical commentary and one is usually left with nothing. This is not surprising. After all, how can one rationally object to a call for scientific examination of evidence? Be skeptical of the skeptics.

I’m very politically active, but that has nothing to do with my charity.

Magic becomes art when it has nothing to hide.

We have the real self and the false self, there’s nothing wrong with them, and everyone has both of them.

I can only speculate why so little has been said of this breakthrough; in fact , I may never get over the silence on the part of writers who say nothing about this second movement.