When God shuts a door, He opens a window.

It is in this power of saying everything, and yet saying nothing too plainly, that the perfection of art consists.

What is poetry? The suggestion, by the imagination, of noble grounds for the noble emotions.

God never imposes a duty without giving time to do it.

Life is a magic vase filled to the brim, so made that you cannot dip from it nor draw from it; but it overflows into the hand that drops treasures into it. Drop in malice and it overflows hate; drop in charity and it overflows love.

The question is not what man can scorn, or disparage, or find fault with, but what he can love, and value, and appreciate.

If we pretend to have reached either perfection or satisfaction, we have degraded ourselves and our work. God's work only may express that, but ours may never have that sentence written upon it, Behold it was very good.