The True Artist has the planet for his pedestal; the adventurer, after years of strife, has nothing broader than his shoes.

Let us replace sentimentalism by realism and dare to uncover those simple and terrible laws which, be they seen or unseen, pervade and govern.

A man comes to measure his greatness by the regrets, envies and hatreds of his competitors.

Earth laughs in flowers to see her boastful boys Earth-proud, proud of the earth which is not theirs; Who steer the plough, but cannot steer their feet Clear of the grave.

Give me wine to wash me clean of the weather-stains of cares

Everything in nature is bipolar, or has a positive and a negative pole.

We may climb into the thin and cold realm of pure geometry and lifeless science, or sink into that of sensation. Between these extremes is the equator of life, of thought, or spirit, or poetry,--a narrow belt.