I have all that I lost and I go carrying my childhood like a favorite flower that perfumes my hand.

What the soul is to the body, so is the artist to his people.

Love beauty it is the shadow of God on the universe

I have a faithful joy and a joy that is lost. One is like a rose, the other, a thorn. The one that was stolen I have not lost.

Speech is our second possession, after the soul-and perhaps we have no other possession in this world.

There is the joy of being healthy and fair, but there is overall the beauty, the immense joy of being useful.

We are guilty of many errors and many faults, But our worst crime is abandoning the children, Neglecting the fountain of life. Many of the things we need can wait. The child cannot. Right now is the time his bones are being formed, His blood is being made, And his senses are being developed. To him we cannot answer 'Tomorrow.' His name is 'Today.'