The world is for thousands a freak show; the images flicker past and vanish; the impressions remain flat and unconnected in the soul. Thus they are easily led by the opinions of others, are content to let their impressions be shuffled and rearranged and evaluated differently.

A king there was once reigning, Who had a goodly flea, Him loved he without feigning, As his own son were he!

Beauty is at once the ultimate principle and the highest aim of art.

We can offer up much in the large, but to make sacrifices in little things is what we are seldom equal to.

Alas, that we should be so unwilling to listen to the still and holy yearnings of the heart! A god whispers quite softly in our breast, softly yet audibly; telling us what we ought to seek and what to shun.

There is strong shadow where there is much light.

He who enjoys doing and enjoys what he has done is happy.