Sanctity and genius are as rebellious as vice.

The little word is has its tragedies: it marries and identifies different things with the greatest innocence; and yet no two are ever identical, and if therein lies the charm of wedding them and calling them one, therein too lies the danger.

The man who would emancipate art from discipline and reason is trying to elude rationality, not merely in art, but in all existence.

As widowers proverbially marry again, so a man with the habit of friendship always finds new friends.

I have imagination, and nothing that is real is alien to me.

The profoundest affinities are those most readily felt, and though a thousand later considerations may overlay and override them, they remain a background and standard for all happiness. If we trace them out we succeed.

The wisest mind has something yet to learn.