I read the other day some verses written by an eminent painter which were original and not conventional. The soul always hears an admonition in such lines, let the subject be what it may. The sentiment they instil is of more value than any thought they may contain. To believe your own thought, to believe that what is true for you in your private heart is true for all men, - that is genius.

As men's prayers are a disease of the will, so are their creeds a disease of the intellect.

As the traveler who has lost his way, throws his reins on his horse's neck, and trusts to the instinct of the animal to find his road, so must we do with the divine animal who carries us through this world

But it is impossible that the creative power should exclude itself. Into every intelligence there is a door which is never closed,through which the creator passes.

Be yourself; no base imitator of another, but your best self.

How cunningly nature hides every wrinkle of her inconceivable antiquity under roses and violets and morning dew!

Lose yourself in nature and find peace