The eye is the painter and the ear the singer.

What is indispensable to inspiration? ...sound sleep and the provocation of a good book or a companion.

A man in a cave or in a camp, a nomad, will die with no more estate than the wolf or the horse leaves.

In the last analysis, love is only the reflection of a man's own worthiness from other men.

We live in succession, in division, in parts, in particles. Meantime within man is the soul of the whole; the wise silence; the universal beauty, to which every part and particle is equally related, the eternal ONE. And this deep power in which we exist and whose beatitude is all accessible to us, is not only self-sufficing and perfect in every hour, but the act of seeing and the thing seen, the seer and the spectacle, the subject and the object, are one. We see the world piece by piece, as the sun, the moon, the animal, the tree; but the whole, of which these are shining parts, is the soul.

A man should give us a sense of mass.

The simplest words,--we do not know what they mean except when we love and aspire.