National literature does not mean much these days; now is the age of world literature, and every one must contribute to hasten thearrival of that age.

In art, to express the infinite one should suggest infinitely more than is expressed.

We often feel that we lack something, and seem to see that very quality in someone else, promptly attributing all our own qualities to him too, and a kind of ideal contentment as well. And so the happy mortal is a model of complete perfection--which we have ourselves created.

Courage and modesty are the most unequivocal of virtues, for they are of a kind that hypocrisy cannot imitate; they too have this quality in common, that they are expressed by the same color.

The artist who is not also a craftsman is no good; but, alas, most of our artists are nothing else.

The Woman-Soul leadeth us upward and on!

The thought of death leaves me in perfect peace, for I have a firm conviction that our spirit is a being of indestructible nature; it works on from eternity to eternity, it is like the sun, which though it seems to set to our mortal eyes, does not really set, but shines on perpetually.