Salt is white and pure - there is something holy in salt.

He whose genius appears deepest and truest excels his fellows in nothing save the knack of expression; he throws out occasionally a lucky hint at truths of which every human soul is profoundly though unutterably conscious.

Happiness is not found in things you possess, but in what you have the courage to release.

And there I sat, long long ago, waiting for the world to know me.

Methinks it is a token of healthy and gentle characteristics, when women of high thoughts and accomplishments love to sew; especially as they are never more at home with their own hearts than while so occupied.

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

I have come to see the nonsense of attempting to describe fine scenery. There is no such possibility. If scenery could be adequately reproduced in words, there would have been no need of God's making it in reality.