Each work of art excludes the world, concentrates attention on itself. For the time it is the only thing worth doing -to do just that; be it a sonnet, a statue, a landscape, an outline head of Caesar, or an oration. Presently we return to the sight of another that globes itself into a whole as did the first, for example, a beautiful garden; and nothing seems worth doing in life but laying out a garden.

The thing done avails, and not what is said about it.

This valley is the only place that comes up to the brag about it, and exceeds it.

When there is no vision, people perish.

Each man is a hero and an oracle to somebody.

Astronomy to the selfish becomes astrology.

Only to youth will spring be spring.