The artist is the lover of nature; therefore he is her slave and her master.

Man is a rough-hewn and woman a finished product.

Whatever character our theology may ascribe to him, in reality God is the infinite ideal of Man, towards whom men move in their collective growth, with whom they seek their union of love as individuals, in whom they find their ideal of father, friend and beloved.

The burden of the self is lightened with I laugh at myself.

The meaning of this is, that whomsoever we love, in him we find our own soul in the highest sense. The final truth of our existence lies in this. God, the Supreme Soul, is in me, as well as in my son, and my joy in my son is the realisation of this truth.

The flower fades and dies; but he who wears the flower has not to mourn for it for ever.

Do not blame the food because you have no appetite.