Culture, far from giving us freedom, only develops, as it advances, new necessities; the fetters of the physical close more tightly around us, so that the fear of loss quenches even the ardent impulse toward improvement, and the maxims of passive obedience are held to be the highest wisdom of life.

We can never replace a friend. When a man is fortunate enough to have several, he finds they are all different. No one has a double in friendship.

We must bear what Heaven sends.

Grace is the beauty of form under the influence of freedom.

Without a home must the soldier go, a changeful wanderer, and can warm himself at no home-lit hearth.

You worthy critics, or whatever you may call yourselves, are ashamed or afraid of the momentary and passing madness which is found in all real creators, the longer or shorter duration of which distinguishes the thinking artist from the dreamer. Hence your complaints of unfruitfulness, for you reject too soon and discriminate too severely.

Measure not by the scale of perfection the meager product of reality.