 Nobody, I think, ought to read poetry, or look at pictures or statues, who cannot find a great deal more in them than the poet or artist has actually expressed. Their highest merit is suggestiveness. |
| Every individual has a place to fill in the world and is important in some respect whether he chooses to be so or not. |
| A pure hand needs no glove to cover it. |
| Religion and art spring from the same root and are close kin. Economics and art are strangers. |
| The world owes all its onward impulses to men ill at ease. The happy man inevitably confines himself within ancient limits. |
| Sunlight is painting. |
| All brave men love; for he only is brave who has affections to fight for, whether in the daily battle of life, or in physical contests. |
| Selfishness is one of the qualities apt to inspire love. |
| What other dungeon is so dark as one's own heart! What jailer so inexorable as one's self! |
| My fortune somewhat resembled that of a person who should entertain an idea of committing suicide, and, altogether beyond his hopes, meet with the good hap to be murdered. |
| Our Creator would never have made such lovely days, and have given us the deep hearts to enjoy them, above and beyond all thought, unless we were meant to be immortal. |
| The only sensible ends of literature are, first, the pleasurable toil of writing; second, the gratification of one's family and friends; and lastly, the solid cash. |
| In our nature, however, there is a provision, alike marvelous and merciful, that the sufferer should never know the intensity of what he endures by its present torture, but chiefly by the pang that rankles after it. |
| Love, whether newly born, or aroused from a deathlike slumber, must always create sunshine, filling the heart so full of radiance, this it overflows upon the outward world. |
| Easy reading is damn hard writing. |
| Happiness in this world, when it comes, comes incidentally. Make it the object of pursuit, and it leads us a wild-goose chase, and is never attained. Follow some other object, and very possibly we may find that we have caught happiness without dreaming of it. |
| Accuracy is the twin brother of honesty; inaccuracy, of dishonesty. |
