Hope is but the dream of those who wake.
Youth, however, can afford to enjoy even its melancholy; for the ultimate fact of which that melancholy is a prophecy is a long way off.
Kindness in ourselves is the honey that blunts the sting of unkindness in another.
Imagination is the real and eternal world of which this vegetable universe is but a faint shadow.
It is sometimes necessary to lie damnably in the interests of the nation.
The beautiful seems right by force of beauty and the feeble wrong because of weakness.
Truth never comes into the world but like a bastard, to the ignominy of him that brought her birth.
In complex trains of thought signs are indispensable.
Beware of him that is slow to anger; for when it is long coming, it is the stronger when it comes, and the longer kept. Abused patience turns to fury.
Let them call it mischief: When it is past and prospered t’will be virtue.