Nature is boundless in her powers, exhausting in her variety: the powers of Art and its capabilities of variety in production are bounded on every side. Nature herself, the infinite, has circumscribed the bounds of finite Art. The one is the divinity; the other the priestess.

the distinction between talent and genius is definite. Talent combines and uses; genius combines and creates.

A good taste is often unconscious; a just taste is always conscious.

There are brains so large that they unconsciously swamp all individualities ties which come in contact or too near, and brains so small that they cannot take in the conception of any other individuality as a whole, only in part or parts.

Of how many women might the history be comprised in those few words - 'she lived, suffered, and was buried'!

A Canadian settler hates a tree, regards it as his natural enemy, as something to be destroyed, eradicated, annihilated by all and any means.

Occupation was one of the pleasures of paradise, and we cannot be happy without it.