There is no work of genius which has not been the delight of mankind, no word of genius to which the human heart and soul have not sooner or later responded.

Every man feels instinctively that all the beautiful sentiments in the world weigh less than a single lovely action.

Sentiment is intellectualized emotion,-emotion precipitated, as it were, in pretty crystals by the fancy.

Talent is that which is in a man's power; genius is that in whose power a man is.

Archeologists have not discovered stages of human existence so early that they were without art. Right back in the early morning twilights of mankind we receiv…

When learning's triumph o'er her barb'rous foes First reared the stage, immortal Shakespeare rose; Each change of many-colored life he drew, Exhausted worlds, …

The music ends. The screen grows dark. We hurry To go our devious secret ways, forgetting Those many lives . . . We loved, we laughed, we killed, We danced in …