The world is so beautiful that I can hardly believe it exists.

The worthless and offensive members of society, whose existence is a social pest, invariably think themselves the most ill-used people alive, and never get over their astonishment at the ingratitude and selfishness of their contemporaries.

Beauty brings its own fancy price, for all that a man hath will he give for his love.

Only an inventor knows how to borrow, and every man is or should be an inventor.

The roses under my window make no reference to former roses or better ones; they are what they are; they exist with God today. There is no time to them. There is simply the rose; it is perfect in every moment of its existence.

There is no way to success in art but to take off your coat, grind paint, and work like a digger on the railroad, all day and every day.

What omniscience has music! So absolutely impersonal, and yet every sufferer feels his secret sorrow soothed.