The soul lets no man go without some visitations and holy-days of a diviner presence.

The good writer seems to be writing about himself, but has his eye always on that thread of the Universe which runs through himself and all things.

Art is not to be found by touring to Egypt, China, or Peru; if you cannot find it at your own door, you will never find it.

Heaven walks among us ordinarily muffled in such triple or tenfold disguises that the wisest are deceived and no one suspects the days to be gods.

Always the seer is a sayer. Somehow his dream is told; somehow he publishes it with solemn joy: sometimes with pencil on canvas, sometimes with chisel on stone, sometimes in towers and aisles of granite, his soul's worship is builded; sometimes in anthems of indefinite music, but clearest and most permanent, in words.

The two terrors that discourage creativity and creative living are fear of public opinion and undue reverence for one's own consistency.

He is great who confers the most benefits.