There’s truth in wine, and there may be some in gin and muddy beer; but whether it’s truth worth my knowing, is another question.
There is heroism even in the circles of hell for fellow-sinners who cling to each other in the fiery whirlwind and never recriminate.
There is a sort of subjection which is the peculiar heritage of largeness and of love; and strength is often only another name for willing bondage to irremediable weakness.
Play not with paradoxes. That caustic which you handle in order to scorch others, may happen to sear your own fingers and make them dead to the quality of things.
Perhaps the most delightful friendships are those in which there is much agreement, much disputation, and yet more personal liking.