The artist appeals to that part of our being which is not dependent on wisdom; to that in us which is a gift and not an acquisition-and therefore, more permanently enduring. He speaks to our capacity for delight and wonder, to the sense of mystery surrounding our lives; to our sense of pity, and beauty and pain.

I have been called romantic. Well, that can't be helped. But stay. I seem to remember that I have been called a realist also. And as that charge too can be made out, let us try to live up to it, at whatever cost, for a change.

The true peace of God begins at any spot a thousand miles from the nearest land.

You can't, in sound morals, condemn a man for taking care of his own integrity. It is his clear duty.

The artist in his calling of interpreter creates because he must. He is so much of a voice that, for him, silence is like death

For a moment I had a view of a world that seemed to wear a vast and dismal aspect of disorder, while, in truth, thanks to our unwearied efforts, it is as sunny an arrangement of small conveniences as the mind of man can conceive.

It is the mark of an inexperienced man not to believe in luck.