Art is the right hand of Nature.

Even in a righteous cause force is a fearful thing.

If you have never seen beauty in a moment of suffering, you have never seen beauty at all. If you have never seen joy in a beautiful face, you have never seen joy at all.

As noble Art has survived noble nature, so too she marches ahead of it, fashioning and awakening by her inspiration. Before Truth sends her triumphant light into the depths of the heart, imagination catches its rays, and the peaks of humanity will be glowing when humid night still lingers in the valleys.

Fate hath no voice but the heart's impulse.

A childlike mind in its simplicity practises that science of good to which the wise may be blind.

A pity about the people! they are brave enough comrades, but they have heads like a soapboiler's.