Only the dreamer shall understand realities, though in truth his dreaming must be not out of proportion to his waking.

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 a vulgar error that love, a love, to woman is her whole existence; she is born for Truth and Love in their universal energy

We need to hear the excuses men make to themselves for their worthlessness.

The Arabian horse will not plough well, nor can the plough-horse be rode to play the jereed.

The public must learn how to cherish the nobler and rarer plants, and to plant the aloe, able to wait a hundred years for it's bloom, or it's garden will contain, presently, nothing but potatoes and pot-herbs.

When the intellect and affections are in harmony; when intellectual consciousness is calm and deep; inspiration will not be confounded with fancy.