Ideas Are, In Truth, Force.

Excellence Does Not Require Perfection.

Art Derives A Considerable Part Of Its Beneficial Exercise From Flying In The Face Of Presumptions.

True Happiness, We Are Told, Consists In Getting Out Of One's Self; But The Point Is Not Only To Get Out - You Must Stay Out; And To Stay Out You Must Have Some Absorbing Errand.

She Took Refuge On The Firm Ground Of Fiction, Through Which Indeed There Curled The Blue River Of Truth.

Art Is Nothing More Than The Shadow Of Humanity.