Art can only be truly art by presenting an adequate outward symbol of some fact in the interior life.

It is astonishing what force, purity, and wisdom it requires for a human being to keep clear of falsehoods.

I stand in the sunny noon of life. Objects no longer glitter in the dews of morning, neither are yet softened by the shadows of evening.

If any individual live too much in relations, so that he becomes a stranger to the resources of his own nature, he falls, after a while, into a distraction, or imbecility, from which he can only be cured by a time of isolation, which gives the renovating fountains time to rise up.

The character and history of each child may be a new and poetic experience to the parent, if he will let it.

If anything can be invented more excruciating than an English Opera, such as was the fashion at the time I was in London, I am sure no sin of mine deserves the punishment of bearing it.

There are noble books but one wants the breath of life sometimes.