An artist is only an ordinary man with a greater potentiality.

[Man's] life consists in a relation with all things: stone, earth, trees, flowers, water, insects, fishes, birds, creatures, sun,rainbow, children, women, other men. But his greatest and final relation is with the sun.

The purest lesson our era has taught is that man, at his highest, is an individual, single, isolate, alone, in direct soul-communication with the unknown God, which prompts within him.

You'll never succeed in idealizing hard work. Before you can dig mother earth you've got to take off your ideal jacket. The harder a man works, at brute labor, the thinner becomes his idealism, the darker his mind.

In the dust where we have buried the silent races and their abominations we have buried so much of the delicate magic of life.

One sheds one's sicknesses in books - repeats and presents again one's emotions, to be master of them.

The Sphinx-riddle. Solve it, or be torn to bits, is the decree.