I never saw a man who looked
With such a wistful eye
Upon that little tent of blue
Which prisoners call the sky.

As for begging, it is safer to beg than to take, but it is finer to take than to beg.

There is something tragic about the enormous number of young men there are in England at the present moment who start life with perfect profiles, and end by adopting some useful profession.

Religions die when they are proved to be true. Science is the record of dead religions.

The true critic is he who bears within himself the dreams and ideas and feelings of myriad generations, and to whom no form of thought is alien, no emotional impulse obscure.