The dawn which follows a battle always rises on naked corpses.

There will be more joy in heaven over the tear-bathed face of a repentant sinner than over the white robes of a hundred just men.

He never went out without a book under his arm, and he often came back with two.

“It was much pleasanter at home,” thought poor Alice, “when one wasn’t always growing larger and smaller, and being ordered about by mice and rabbits.”

The salon was filled with the works of modern artists… all that modern art can give in exchange and as recompense for the art lost and gone with ages long since past.

Eternity, you know, is a room as small as a bathhouse… and rather stuffy.

He knelt down in the middle of the square and bowed to the earth, and kissed that filthy earth with bliss and rapture.

He was soon borne away by the waves, and lost in darkness and distance.

I wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth.

I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free.

Some subtle influence passed from him to me, and for the first time in my life I saw in the plain woodland the wonder I had always looked for and always missed.

I knew that I had come face to face with some one whose mere personality was so fascinating that, if I allowed it to do so, it would absorb my whole nature, my whole soul, my very art itself.