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The human race, to which so many of my readers belong.
Source: The Napoleon of...
The ordinary scientific man is strictly a sentimentalist. He is a sentimentalist in this essential sense, that he is...
Lying in bed would be an altogether perfect and supreme experience if only one had a coloured pencil long enough to...
The rolling English drunkard made the rolling
English road.
A reeling road, a rolling road, that rambles...
Thieves respect property. They merely wish the property to become their property that they may more perfectly respect...
Individually, men may present a more or less rational appearance, eating, sleeping and scheming. But humanity as a...
The madman is not the man who has lost his reason. The madman is the man who has lost everything except his...
Once I planned to write a book of poems entirely about the things in my pocket. But I found it would be too long; and...
They have given us into the hand of new unhappy lords,
Lords without anger and honour, who dare not carry their...
For the great Gaels of Ireland
Are the men that God made mad,
For all their wars are merry,
And all their...
Education is simply the soul of a society as it passes from one generation to another.
He could not think up to the height of his own towering style.
Source: Speaking of...
The chief assertion of religious morality is that white is a colour. Virtue is not the absence of vices or the...
Tea, although an Oriental,
Is a gentleman at least;
Cocoa is a cad and coward,
Cocoa is a vulgar...
A stiff apology is a second insult. . . . The injured party does not want to be compensated because he has been...
Before the Roman came to Rye or out to Severn strode,
The rolling English drunkard made the rolling English...
I tell you naught for your comfort,
Yea, naught for your desire,
Save that the sky grows darker yet
And the...
White. . . is not a mere absence of colour; it is a shining and affirmative thing, as fierce as red, as definite as...
No one can understand Paris and its history who does not understand that its fierceness is the balance and...
Fools! For I also had my hour;
One far fierce hour and sweet;
There was a shout about my ears,
And palms...