Creative force, like a musical composer, goes on unweariedly repeating a simple air or theme, now high, now low, in solo, in chorus, ten thousand times reverberated, till it fills earth and heaven with the chant.

Nature cannot be surprised in undress. Beauty breaks in everywhere.

Life is too short to waste.

We live amid surfaces, and the true art of life is to skate well on them

The narrow sectarian cannot read astronomy with impunity. The creeds of his church shrivel like dried leaves at the door of the observatory.

The secret of the world is the tie between person and event. Person makes event and event person.

A child is a curly, dimpled lunatic.