If we had a keen vision and feeling of all ordinary human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow and the squirrel's heart beat, and we should die of that roar which lies on the other side of silence.

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

You must love your work and not always be looking over the edge of it wanting your play to begin.

All meanings, we know, depend on the key of interpretation.

But most of us are apt to settle within ourselves that the man who blocks our way is odious, and not to mind causing him a little of the disgust which his personality excites in ourselves.

... we are most of us brought up in the notion that the highest motive for not doing a wrong is something irrespective of the beings who would suffer the wrong.

The intense happiness of our union is derived in a high degree from the perfect freedom with which we each follow and declare our own impressions.