Religion and art spring from the same root and are close kin. Economics and art are strangers.

The inward pleasure of imparting pleasure - that is the choicest of all.

Many writers lay very great stress upon some definite moral purpose, at which they profess to aim their works.

Eager souls, mystics and revolutionaries, may propose to refashion the world in accordance with their dreams; but evil remains, and so long as it lurks in the secret places of the heart, utopia is only the shadow of a dream

Men of cold passions have quick eyes.

A bodily disease which we look upon as whole and entire within itself, may after all, be but a symptom of some ailment in the spiritual part.

I wish I had the gift of making rhymes, for methinks there is poetry in my head and heart since I have been in love with you.