Sublime

If some one says, “Jones blew his nose,” and Jones is of so peculiar a formation that one may with logical propriety ask, “Which nose?” that is no reason why the ordinary formula should lose its ordinary human utility. This is, I think, one of the most real dangers that lie in front of the civilization that has just discovered the Leprechaun.

The lovers of liberty thought they were leaving it unlimited, when they were only leaving it undefined.

But the truth is that the ordinary honest man, whatever vague account he may have given of his feelings, was not either disgusted or even annoyed at the candour of the moderns. What disgusted him, and very justly, was not the presence of a clear realism, but the absence of a clear idealism.

and it is that which cometh out of the heart that defileth a nation, philanthropy, efficiency, organization, social reform.

Nobody has any business to use the word "progress" unless he has a definite creed and a cast-iron code of morals.

It accounts also for the return of the virtue of politeness, for that also is a nameless thing ignored by logical codes.

“Don’t you really think the sacred Notting Hill at all absurd?” “Absurd?” asked Wayne, blankly. “Why should I?”