If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange And be all to me?

Let us be content to work To do the things we can, and not presume To fret because it's little.

It was not the apple on the tree but the pair on the ground that caused the trouble in the garden of Eden.

Why, what is to live? Not to eat and drink and breathe,—but to feel the life in you down all the fibres of being, passionately and joyfully.

I work with patience, which is almost power.

Don't get me wrong-painting's all right. But now that we have photography, what's the point?

No man can be called friendless who has God and the companionship of good books.