There is no wealth but life. Life, including all its powers of love, of joy, and of admiration. That country is the richest which nourishes the greatest numbers of noble and happy human beings; that man is richest, who, having perfected the functions of his own life to the utmost, has also the widest helpful influence, both personal, and by means of his possessions, over the lives of others.

Society has sacrificed its virtues to the Goddess of Getting Along.

The beginning and almost the end of all good law is that everyone shall work for their bread and receive good bread for their work.

It is a shallow criticism that would define poetry as confined to literary productions in rhyme and meter rhythm. The written poem is only poetry talking, and the statue, the picture, and the musical composition are poetry acting. Milton and Goethe, at their desks, were not more truly poets than Phidias with his chisel, Raphael at his easel, or deaf Beethoven bending over his piano, inventing and producing strains, which he himself could never hope to hear.

The last act crowns the play.

No architecture can be truly noble which is not imperfect.

Depend upon it, the first universal characteristic of all great art is Tenderness, as the second is Truth.