It is not merely the multiplicity of tints, the gladness of tone, or the balminess of the air which delight in the spring; it is the still consecrated spirit of hope, the prophecy of happy days yet to come; the endless variety of nature, with presentiments of eternal flowers which never shall fade, and sympathy with the blessedness of the ever-developing world.

You are alone with everything you love.

Humanity is a comic role.

Perceptibility is a kind of attentiveness.

Only an artist can interpret the meaning of life.

Where children are, there is the golden age.

Life must not be a novel that is given to us, but one that is made by us.