We are all of us Apollos serving some Admetus.

Every man has to learn the points of the compass again as often as he awakes, whether from sleep or any abstraction.

Nature has left nothing to the mercy of man.

I am struck by the fact that the more slowly trees grow at first, the sounder they are at the core, and I think that the same is true of human beings.

I have made a short excursion into the new world which the Indian dwells in, or is. He begins where we leave off.

The more you have thought and written on a given theme, the more you can still write. Thought breeds thought. It grows under your hands.

The poet's body even is not fed like other men's, but he sometimes tastes the genuine nectar and ambrosia of the gods, and lives adivine life. By the healthful and invigorating thrills of inspiration his life is preserved to a serene old age.