He who desires solitude is either an animal or a god.

The creative process is a cocktail of instinct, skill, culture and a highly creative feverishness.

All of our actions take their hue from the complexion of the heart, as landscapes their variety from light.

Truth comes out of error more readily than out of confusion.

But the best demonstration by far is experience, if it go not beyond the actual experiment.

The worst solitude is to have no real friendships.

There were taken apples, and ... closed up in wax. ... After a month's space, the apple inclosed in was was as green and fresh as the first putting in, and the kernals continued white. The cause is, for that all exclusion of open air, which is ever predatory, maintaineth the body in its first freshness and moisture.