Sunshine cannot bleach the snow, Nor time unmake what poets know

The bitterest tragic element in life to be derived from an intellectual source is the belief in a brute Fate or Destiny.

Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must carry it with us or we find it not.

Character is higher than intellect. Thinking is the function; living is the functionary.

You must hear the birds song without attempting to render it into nouns and verbs.

Infancy conforms to nobody: all conform to it, so that one babe commonly makes four or five out of the adults who prattle and play to it.

Nothing is more simple than greatness; indeed, to be simple is to be great.