Beauty is a pledge of the possible conformity between the soul and nature, and consequently a ground of faith in the supremacy of the good. - George Santayana

For the barbarian is the man who regards his passions as their own excuse for being; who does not domesticate them either by understanding their cause or by conceiving their ideal goal. He is the man who does not know his derivations nor perceive his tendencies, but who merely feels and acts, valuing in his life its force and its filling, but being careless of its purpose and its form. His delight is in abundance and vehemence; his art, like his life, shows an exclusive respect for quantity and splendour of materials. His scorn for what is poorer and weaker than himself is only surpassed by his ignorance of what is higher.

Animals are born and bred in litters. Solitude grows blessed and peaceful only in old age.

Injustice in this world is not something comparative; the wrong is deep, clear, and absolute in each private fate.