The saddest thing in life is people with sight, but without vision.

I, for one, love strength, daring, fortitude. I do not want people to kill the fight in them; I want them to fight for right things.

I find that fact and fancy look alike across the years that link the past with the present.

In a word, literature is my Utopia. Here I am not disfranchised. No barrier of the senses shuts me out from the sweet, gracious discourse of my book-friends. They talk to me without embarrassment or awkwardness. The things I have learned and the things I have been taught seem of ridiculously little importance compared with their "large loves and heavenly charities.

I sometimes wonder if the hand is not more sensitive to the beauties of sculpture than the eye. I should think the wonderful rhythmical flow of lines and curves could be more subtly felt than seen. Be this as it may, I know that I can feel the heart-throbs of the ancient Greeks in their marble gods and goddesses.

A man can't make a place for himself in the sun if he keeps taking refuge under the family tree.

The bulk of the world's knowledge is an imaginary construction.