There is only good art and mediocre art.

Perhaps, after all, America never has been discovered. I myself would say that it had merely been detected.

How strange a thing this is! The Priest telleth me that the Soul is worth all the gold in the world, and the merchants say that it is not worth a clipped piece of silver.

It is that deep spiritual affection that is as pure as it is perfect. It is beautiful, it is fine, it is the noblest form of affection. There is nothing unnatural about it.

Personality must be accepted for what it is. You mustn't mind that a poet is a drunk, rather that drunks are not always poets.

For us there is only one season, the season of sorrow. The very sun and moon seem taken from us.

I see the moon like a clipped piece of silver. Like gilded bees the stars cluster round her.