But beauty, real beauty, ends where an intellectual expression begins. Intellect is in itself a mode of exaggeration, and destroys the harmony of any face. The moment one sits down to think, one becomes all nose, or all forehead, or something horrid. Look at the successful men in any of the learned professions. How perfectly hideous they are!
We live in an age that reads too much to be wise, and that thinks too much to be beautiful.
when the light summer wind stirred amidst the trees of the garden, there came through the open door the heavy scent of the lilac, or the more delicate perfume of the pink-flowering thorn.
Not “Forgive us our sins” but “Smite us for our iniquities” should be the prayer of man to a most just God.
In the common world of fact the wicked were not punished, nor the good rewarded. Success was given to the strong, failure thrust upon the weak. That was all.
If a man is a gentleman, he knows quite enough, and if he is not a gentleman, whatever he knows is bad for him.
It is hitting below the intellect.
of those ample architectural proportions that in women who are not duchesses are described by contemporary historians as stoutness
But the bravest man amongst us is afraid of himself. T
People are afraid of themselves, nowadays. They have forgotten the highest of all duties,
