It was one of those dangerous moments when speech is at once sincere and deceptive - when feeling, rising high above its average depth, leaves flood-marks which are never reached again.

... the true seeing is within; and painting stares at you with an insistent imperfection.

It is necessary to me, not simply to be but to utter, and I require utterance of my friends.

What is opportunity to the man who cant use it?

To the old, sorrow is sorrow; to the young, it is despair.

Death was not to be a leap: it was to be a long descent under thickening shadows.

We are apt to think it the finest era of the world when America was beginning to be discovered, when a bold sailor, even if he were wrecked, might alight on a new kingdom.