What heaven can be more real than to retain the spirit-world of childhood?

I remember I used to half believe and wholly play with fairies when I was a child. What heaven can be more real than to retain the spirit-world of childhood, tempered and balanced by knowledge and common-sense...

I cannot rest, I must draw, however poor the result, and when I have a bad time come over me it is a stronger desire than ever.

All outward forms of religion are almost useless, and are the causes of endless strife. Believe there is a great power silently working all things for good, behave yourself and never mind the rest.

I do so hate finishing books. I would like to go on with them for years.

I hold that a strongly marked personality can influence descendants for generations.

With opportunity the world is very interesting.