It is with art as with love: How can a man of the world,with all his distractions, keep the inwardness which an artist must possess if he hopes to attain perfection? That inwardness which the spectator must share if he is to understand the work as the artist wishes and hopes... Believe me, talents are like virtues; either you must love them for their own sake or renounce them altogether. And they are only recognized and rewarded when we have practised them in secret, like a dangerous mystery."

What in us the women leave uncultivated, children cultivate when we retain them near us.

Two souls dwell, alas! in my breast.

Money lost, something lost. Honor lost, much lost. Courage lost, everything lost-better you were never born

Good children's literature appeals not only to the child in the adult, but to the adult in the child.

Gifts come from above in their own peculiar forms.

Look closely at those who patronize you. Half are unfeeling, half untaught.