What holy cities are to nomadic tribes — a symbol of race and a bond of union — great books are to the wandering souls of men: they are the Meccas of the mind.

To feel that one has a place in life solves half the problem of contentment.

What faith in man must in our new world beat, Thinking how once he saw before his face The west and all the host of stars retreat Into the silent infinite of space!

Words are intermediary between thought and things. We express ourselves really not through words, which are only signs, but through what they signify - through things.

Art is expression; what is expressed is often the vision of a subtle and powerful soul, and also his experience with his vision; and however vivid and skilful he may be in the means of expression, yet it is frequently found that the master-spell in his work is something felt to be indefinable and inexpressible.

I believe that ideal character in its perfection is potentially in every man who is born into the world.

The willingness to take risks is our grasp of faith.