But we have been taught to see before our eyes have found out a way of seeing for themselves.

Sweet, can I sing you the song of your kisses? How soft is this one, how subtle this is, How fluttering swift as a bird's kiss that is, As a bird that taps at a leafy lattice; How this one clings and how that uncloses From bud to flower in the way of roses.

There is not a dream which may not come true, if we have the energy which makes, or chooses, our own fate.... It is only the dreams of those light sleepers who dream faintly that do not come true.

The mystic too full of God to speak intelligibly to the world.

The making of one's life into art is, after all, the first duty and privilege of every man.

My soul is like this cloudy, flaming opal ring.

Art begins when a man wishes to immortalize the most vivid moment he has ever lived.