One's own surroundings means so much to one, when one is feeling miserable.

If one is a greyhound, why try to look like a Pekingese?

It is part of the poet's work to show each man what he sees but does not know he sees.

By 'happiness' I do not mean worldly success or outside approval, though it would be priggish to deny that both these things are most agreeable. I mean the inner consciousness, the inner conviction that one is doing well the thing that one is best fitted to do by nature.

The child and the great artist -- these alone receive the sensation fresh as it was at the beginning of the world.

[History is] that terrible mill in which sawdust rejoins sawdust.

I have often wished I had time to cultivate modesty... but I am too busy thinking about myself.