The element running through entire nature, which we popularly call Fate, is known to us as limitation. Whatever limits us, we callFate.

To eat bread is one thing; to love the precepts of Christ and resolve to obey them is quite another.

The sky is the ultimate art gallery just above us.

In every man there is something wherein I may learn of him, and in that I am his pupil.

Is all literature eavesdropping, and all art Chinese imitation? our life a custom, and our body borrowed, like a beggar’s dinner, from a hundred charities?

Genius is intellect constructive.

The lover is made happier by his love than the object of his affection.