"The beauty we love is very silent. It smiles softly to itself, but never speaks." — Richard Le Gallienne

Organized Christianity has probably done more to retard the ideals that were its founder's than any other agency in the world.

A woman's beauty is one of her great missions.

We have, of course, long since ceased to think of Nature as the sympathetic mirror of our moods, or to imagine that she has any concern with the temporal affairs of man.

We are all treading the vanishing road of a song in the air, the vanishing road of the spring flowers and the winter snows, the vanishing roads of the winds and the streams, the vanishing road of beloved faces.