A string of excited, fugitive, miscellaneous pleasures is not happiness; happiness resides — George Santayana
If clearness about things produces a fundamental despair, a fundamental despair in — George Santayana
With an artist no sane man quarrels, any more than with the colour of a child’s eyes. — George Santayana
Words are weapons, and it is dangerous . . . to borrow them from the arsenal of the enemy. — George Santayana
Tolerated people are never conciliated. They live on, but the aroma of their life is lost. — George Santayana
A dream is always simmering below the conventional surface of speech and reflection. — George Santayana