Let us be silent — so we may hear the whisper of the gods.

Poetry teaches the enormous force of a few words, and, in proportion to the inspiration, checks loquacity.

The world is plentiful with honey, but only the humble bee can collect it.

Every time you wink the stars move.

Machinery is aggressive. The weaver becomes a web, the machinist a machine. If you do not use the tools, they use you. All tools are in one sense edge-tools, and dangerous.

Power resides in the moment of transition from a past to a new state.

Our high respect for a well-read man is praise enough for literature. - Ralph Waldo Emerson