We also maintain - again with perfect truth - that mystery is more than half of beauty, the element of strangeness that stirs the senses through the ….

Though actually the work of man's hands - or, more properly speaking, the work of his travelling feet, - roads have long since come to seem so much a….

Time's horses gallop down the lessening hill..

The spiritual element, the really important part of religion, has no concern with Time and Space, temporary mundane laws, or conduct..

The soul's a sort of sentimental wife, That prays and whimpers of the higher life..

On the contrary, woman is the best equipped fighting machine that ever went to battle..

Celestial spirit that doth roll; The heart's sepulchral stone away, Be this our resurrection day, The singing Easter of the soul - O gentle Master of….

Happy is the man who loves the woods and waters, Brother to the grass and well beloved of Pan; The earth shall be his, and all her laughing daugh….

There is something mean in human nature that prefers to think evil, that gives a willing ear and a ready welcome to calumny, a sort of jealousy of go….

How much more interesting life would be if only more people had the courage and skill to act themselves, instead of abjectly understudying some one e….

A critic is a man created to praise greater men than himself, but he is never able to find them..

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..

It is the fine excesses of life that make it worth living..

Be it whim or emergency, the modern laboratory is equally at the service of romance, equally ready to gratify mankind with a torpedo or a toy..

If Romeo and Juliet make a tragedy of it nowadays, they have only to blame their own mismanagement, for the world is with them as it has never been b….

The road recedes as the traveler advances, leaving a continuous present..

Nature is forever arriving and forever departing, forever approaching, forever vanishing; but in her vanishings there seems to be ever the waving of ….

I meant to do my work today But a brown bird sang in the apple tree And a butterfly flitted across the field And all the leaves were calling me..

Organized Christianity has probably done more to retard the ideals that were its founder's than any other agency in the world..

All roads indeed lead to Rome, but theirs also is a more mystical destination, some bourne of which no traveller knows the name, some city, they all ….

It is curious how, from time immemorial, man seems to have associated the idea of evil with beauty, shrunk from it with a sort of ghostly fear, while….