The greatest benefit we owe to the artist, whether painter, poet, or novelist, is the extension of our sympathies.

What do we live for, if not to make life less difficult for each other?

... when one's outward lot is perfect, the sense of inward imperfection is the more pressing.

It is very difficult to be learned; it seems as if people were worn out on the way to great thoughts, and can never enjoy them because they are too tired.

Beauty is part of the finished language by which goodness speaks.

It is good to be helpful and kindly, but don't give yourself to be melted into candle grease for the benefit of the tallow trade.

How will you find good? It is not a thing of choice; it is a river that flows from the foot of the Invisible Throne and flows by the path of obedience.