The life of the soul is incalculable.

Be what you would seem to be - or, if you'd like it put more simply - a house is no home unless it contains food and fire for the mind as well as the body.

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

We cannot have expression till there is something to be expressed.

Truth is the first of jewels.

Who can ever be alone for a moment in Italy? Every stone has a voice, every grain of dust seems instinct with spirit from the Past, every step recalls some line, some legend of long-neglected lore.

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