The public can only be really moved by what is genuine.

All bad Literature rests upon imperfect insight, or upon imitation, which may be defined as seeing at second-hand.

The real people of genius were resolute workers not idle dreamers.

Many a genius has been slow of growth. Oaks that flourish for a thousand years do not spring up into beauty like a reed.

Imagination is not the exclusive appanage of artists, but belongs in varying degrees to all men.

It is not enough that a man has clearness of vision, and reliance on sincerity, he must also have the art of expression, or he will remain obscure.

To one man a stream is so much water-power, to another a rendezvous for lovers.