Up from the bronze, I saw Water without a flaw Rush to its rest in air Reach to its rest, and fall.

... how much of our inner substance is it good for us to give to public griefs? The whole modern tendency to agonize over the suffering of the entire globe is surely something new.

I don't like quintessential certitude.

...in a time lacking in truth and certainty and filled with anguish and despair, no woman should be shamefaced in attempting to give back to the world, through her work, a portion of its lost heart.

Hate does not present many choices; if hate is your solution, you are fairly certain to hate all phemonena with equal joy and intensity, without troubling to drag into prominence any one feature from the loathsome whole.

Innocence of heart and violence of feeling are necessary in any kind of superior achievement: The arts cannot exist without them.

Stupidity always accompanies evil. Or evil, stupidity.