Truth is the strong compost in which beauty may sometimes germinate

All cities are mad: but the madness is gallant. All cities are beautiful: but the beauty is grim.

In every man's heart there is a secret nerve that answers to the vibrations of beauty.

Beauty is ever to the lonely mind a shadow fleeting; she is never plain. She is a visitor who leaves behind the gift of grief, the souvenir of pain.

When you sell a man a book, you don't sell him 12 ounces of paper and ink and glue - you sell him a whole new life.

There is only one rule for being a good talker - learn to listen.