I am suffocated and lost when I have not the bright feeling of progression.
There is some danger lest there be no real religion in the heart which craves too much daily sympathy.
Men for the sake of getting a living forget to live.
There is no wholly masculine man, no purely feminine woman.
Art can only be truly art by presenting an adequate outward symbol of some fact in the interior life.
Everywhere the fatal spirit of imitation, of reference to European standards, penetrates and threatens to blight whatever of original growth might adorn the soil.