[For men] to feel their souls withering within them, unthanked, to find their whole being sunk into an unrecognized abyss, to be counted off into a heap of mechanism numbered with its wheels, and weighed with its hammer strokes - this, nature bade not, - this, God blesses not, - this, humanity for no long time is able to endure.

It is not the church we want, but the sacrifice; not the emotion of admiration, but the act of adoration; not the gift, but the giving.

Nothing can be beautiful which is not true.

He that would be angry and sin not, must not be angry with anything but sin.

Mountains are the beginning and the end of all natural scenery.

Genius is only a superior power of seeing.

Life without industry is guilt, and industry without art is brutality.