A woman's beauty is one of her great missions.
It is the fine excesses of life that make it worth living.
A wholesome oblivion of one's neighbours is the beginning of wisdom.
Races and nations are thus ever ready to believe the worst of one another.
The beauty we love is very silent. It smiles softly to itself, but never speaks.
On the contrary, woman is the best equipped fighting machine that ever went to battle.
Wild oats will get sown some time, and one of the arts of life is to sow them at the right time.
Organized Christianity has probably done more to retard the ideals that were its founder's than any other agency in the world.
The spiritual element, the really important part of religion, has no concern with Time and Space, temporary mundane laws, or conduct.
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.