It is excellent discipline for an author to feel that he must say all that he has to say in the fewest possible words, or his readers is sure to skip them.

... the weakest among us has a gift, however seemingly trivial, which is peculiar to him, and which, worthily used, will be a gift also to his race forever.

Flowers seem intended for the solace of ordinary humanity.

To know anything well involves a profound sensation of ignorance.

Your labor only may be sold, your soul must not.

I know well that happiness is in little things.

All great art is the work of the whole living creature, body and soul, and chiefly of the soul.