The only gift is a portion of thyself . . . the poet brings his poem; the shepherd his lamb. . . .

I remember the thought which occurred to me when some ingenious and spiritual foreigners came to America, was, Have you been victimized in being brought hither?--or, prior to that, answer me this, "Are you victimizable?

In dreams we are true poets; we create the persons of the drama; we give them appropriate figures faces, costumes; they are perfect in their organs, attitudes, manners; moreover they speak after their own characters, not ours; and we listen with surprise to what they say.

He who travels in search of something which he has not got, travels away from himself and grows old even in youth among old things.

We live ruins amid ruins.

When we can't piece together the puzzle of our own lives, remember the best view of a puzzle is from above. Let Him help put you together.

All good conversation, manners, and action come from a spontaneity which forgets usages and makes the moment great.