Nature encourages no looseness; pardons no errors.

Respect the child. Be not too much his parent. Trespass not on his solitude.

The good writer seems to be writing about himself, but has his eye always on that thread of the Universe which runs through himself and all things.

From within or from behind, a light shines through us upon things, and makes us aware that we are nothing, but the light is all.

A man must be in sympathy with society around him, or else, not wish to be in sympathy with it. If neither of these two, he must be wretched.

We honor the rich because they have externally the freedom, power, and grace which we feel to be proper to man, proper to us.

Art is the need to create; but in its essence, immense and universal, it is impatient of working with lame or tied hands, and of making cripples and monsters, such as all pictures and statues are. Nothing less than the creation of man and nature is its end.