Take, if you must, this little bag of dreams, Unloose the cord, and they will wrap you round.
Category Archive: 1865
An aged man is but a paltry thing, a tattered coat upon a stick, unless soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing for every tatter in its mortal dress.
Men will confess to treason, murder, arson, false teeth, or a wig. How many of them will own up to a lack of humor?
I would I could stand on a busy corner, hat in hand, and beg people to throw me all their wasted hours.
Irish poets, learn your trade, sing whatever is well made, scorn the sort now growing up all out of shape from toe to top.
This melancholy London – I sometimes imagine that the souls of the lost are compelled to walk through its streets perpetually. One feels them passing like a whiff of air.
In any case, in so far as our knowledge of the universe carries us, the advent of civilization for the first time on our globe represents the highest ascent of the life processes to which evolution had anywhere attained.
Genius is the capacity for productive reaction against one’s training.
This is the final test of a gentleman: his respect for those who can be of no possible service to him.
I think you can leave the arts, superior or inferior, to the conscience of mankind.