“Beauty deprived of its proper foils and adjuncts ceases to be enjoyed as beauty,…” — John Ruskin

It is not how much one makes but to what purpose one spends.

Nearly all the powerful people of this age are unbelievers, the best of them in doubt and misery, the most in plodding hesitation, doing as well as they can, what practical work lies at hand.

Nothing can be beautiful which is not true.

Every increased possession loads us with a new weariness.