We wake from one dream into another dream.

Only that mind draws me which I cannot read.

And yet--it is not beauty that inspires the deepest passion. Beauty without grace is the hook without the bait. Beauty, without expression, tires.

It is the eye which makes the horizon.

The soul answers never by words, but by the thing itself that is inquired after.

Men admire the man who can organize their wishes and thoughts in stone and wood and steel and brass.

The writer is an explorer. Every step is an advance into a new land.